“A sweet-talking, dark-hearted, damp and clingy puppy of a male lead VS a female-first, capable heroine who likes kindness but won’t tolerate force.”
Feng Qingtian, a powerful figure in the apocalypse, let her guard down for a moment and got caught off guard. After someone schemed against her, she ended up blowing herself to pieces? Looking back is painful. The culprit was actually a watermelon rind?
Only, she seems to have died, but not completely. She transmigrates and goes from a genius to a good-for-nothing, someone everyone can bully.
They even drained her blood essence, severed her spiritual meridians, and stole her spiritual roots and fortune!
“A good-for-nothing?”
“How laughable. The words ‘good-for-nothing’ aren’t in her dictionary.”
When the culprits accuse her of showing no familial affection and being utterly heartless, she lowers her blade with a warm smile:
“If you lot can’t say anything decent, there’s no reason to keep your tongues.”
Her scummy fiancé is practically begging to die?
Then she’ll do them the favor of sending that pair of doomed lovers off together!
So what if he’s the Crown Prince? Since ancient times, the great clans have endured while dynasties have come and gone. If this one won’t do, they can replace him.
Once she has dealt with the bothersome troublemakers, she’s all set to travel wherever she likes and live a carefree life. Then she realizes someone seems to be haunting her. No, to be precise, it’s a ghost!
“Qingqing, if you dare say yes, I’ll kill him!”
Hearing this, Feng Qingtian hooks a finger beneath his chin and gazes at those blood-red eyes, full of grievance, with a beaming smile:
“Sure, whatever you say.”
“Let me have a good look at this puppy showing his fox’s tail.”
As for her man being a bit of a crybaby, well, she chose him, so she might as well spoil him!
Everyone in the cultivation world: Him?!
A crybaby?
