As a true daughter of China, Zhou Mo thought foreign food was simply awful.
Her motherland had protected her too well, and she’d forgotten how dangerous the outside world could be.
Not only was she robbed of everything, she nearly lost her life too.
With no other choice, Zhou Mo set up a fortune-telling stall at a market and admitted, “Master, I was wrong. I should’ve studied harder back then!”
Who could have guessed that, no matter how carefully she calculated, she’d never have predicted she was destined to become a mercenary?
A few tales of a Taoist student abroad.
I meant to write a short story, but it kept getting longer. 1Vn, scheming mafia bosses, Russian mercenaries, Father Dane, lots of male leads, and plenty to go around.
