Humanity Protection Company - 112 - City

What happens when a man gets transported into a foreign world filled with magic?

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!

- Description from Novelupdates

Yun Ran, the successor of Qingfeng View, accidentally got transmigrated into a book due to a blunder.Even more speechlessly, she ended up as a character destined to die early.As the heiress of a wealthy family, not only was her luck and destiny stolen, despised by the heavens, but she was also backstabbed by her own mother, who is the female protagonist, becoming a stepping stone for the male and female leads' happily ever after - absolutely used as a tool.Faced with a disastrous start: No panic, she could simply revert to her old job, setting up a stall for fortune-telling - first three fortunes free, don't miss out as you pass by~Facing injustice and evil: Little ones, take this, descend heavenly thunder! Open the gates of hell! No petty person shall overpower me, all retreat!!!Facing random strikes of heavenly thunder: Hehe, can’t touch me; ancestors, someone is bullying me, come save me~~~Merely running a fortune-telling stall, casually saving people, occasionally undertaking tasks for some hard-earned money, she caused evil cultivators to flee, broke her peers’ defenses, and made wealthy families wary.Everyone heard that Yun Ran had a backing, the Xie family's notorious young master who 'kills people and is short-lived'.Some resentful and envious people kept waiting and waiting, not only did they fail to see Yun Ran meet her demise, nor the young master Xie pass away, but they witnessed Yun Ran amassing boundless merits, firmly sitting on the throne as the number one person in the mystic sect.And that Mr. Xie, unknowingly picked up the habit of making fortune bursts, remarkably living a long life through sheer spending.

My name is Charlemagne Theron, yes, that’s right, that’s the Theron you think of, and Ajan Lor’themar is my younger brother.

Don’t call me Daqiang, or I guarantee you will be beaten to three quarters to death. As a reliable time traveler, I will tell you responsibly, I…

“Charlemagne, what are you muttering, today is the day when my younger brother will inherit the position of Ranger General, you don’t want to be used by Cirvanas and Vereesa Hurry up when the arrow hits your nostril.”

“…Okay, my dear Alleria, here we go.”

When the two walked away holding hands, an imperceptible figure appeared on the spot.

“Brother, I wish you a happy Shura field.”

I am Charlemagne Theron, I have led the people to participate in the orc war, defeated the ancient gods and the second fool, I also fought against the Burning Legion, and I have made contributions to Azeroth , I bring salt for myself.

(PS: Don’t call me Daqiang, unless you want to grow an arrow from a certain key part behind you.)