The Strongest War God - Chapter 878: Lenver Pond Filled with Blood, the Appearance of the First-Generation Ancestors!

Transmigration? A Chong Xi Marriage? Sickly husband? How worse can this get?

Mo Qian Xue now lives in a soddy, destitute, small house with broken furnitures. The grass had grown wild and unruly from lack of proper care. The rice pot in the kitchen, it’s left empty. Well, this mess seemed quite manageable, however, why is it they only have one quilt in the house?

Not only does she serve her husband food and refreshments during the day, does she need to make sure he’s well “fed” at night too?

“It’s getting late now… we should go to bed. Said the sickly husband. She simply closed the door, turned off the lights, and went straight to sleep.

“If you dare move, I’ll kick you out of the bed!” She threatened.

In the end, the man still managed to wrap himself around her no matter how she resisted. The sickly husband wasn’t as weak as he appeared to be!

Mo Qian Xue worked hard to become rich. She built workshops, opened factories, one aided by her sickly husband towards prosperity. Fortunately, she could live a peaceful life far from bickering relatives, but then, much to her dismay, she still had to deal with the villagers knocking on her door.

So they want her money? They want her position as a wife? Since when was she, Mo Xian Que easy to bully?! They want to make her lose face? Alright, let them come a little closer then… give them a…. slap!

The true daughter of the Everett Family, who wandered in the countryside for eighteen years, Lynn has returned. Everyone says she is a rural bumpkin with no talent or virtue, and crude beyond compare.However, she accidentally drops her aliases one by one—The Phantom Hand, top hacker, genius designer, Alliance Hierarch of The Netherworld Syndicate, and others—causing their faces to be slapped resoundingly.She is further spoiled by her wealthy parents and five influential brothers, and also cradled by Imperia's “The Living Reaper,” a man feared by everyone, who holds her in his arms and pampers her.“My little friend is timid, so don't frighten her,” he warns.Everyone: “...”

At the wedding, her brother took away his bride-to-be.She actively found him and said, “The wedding will continue, I will marry you.”He was the man she had secretly admired for many years, so after the wedding, she embarked on a “subtle” path to pursue her husband.After repeated defeats and persistent efforts, she finally understood that she could not warm up this stubborn and stinky rock.Always obedient to him, one day she finally proposed, “I want a divorce from you.”“What's wrong?”“Loving someone is so exhausting, so exhausting.”“Then what if someone loves you?”“... I don't know, you've never loved me.”“Then I'll start loving you from tomorrow.”“...”Actually, she knew nothing, except that he never said “love” to her, anyone could see that she was the treasure he held in his palm.

A new emperor rules each year in Yohuachanca.Only the most delicious of food graces his palate; the realm’s most beautiful women fill his harem; his palace dazzles the mind in its beauty; and four priestesses counsel him in all matters. The life of an emperor is good, luxurious, and short. For at the year’s end, he is sacrificed to the Nightlords under the light of the Scarlet Moon.I am Iztac. A pisspoor orphan and the year’s emperor. A sacrifice bound for the altar. But the vampires have made a mistake this time. For I am a sorcerer, whose soul journeys into the secret underworld to plunder the secret spells of the dead. There, in the darkness, hides the power to drag the Nightlords off their throne. I have a year to find it, or perish for good.I may not be the first emperor, but I will be the last.