EVEN AS A SLAVE, THE HEAVENLY DEMON'S MIGHT SHALL TAME THE BEAUTIES - Chapter 35: THE STRIPPING OF SPIRIT

【The most sensational fantasy novel on the web, with over a billion clicks – highly recommended!】To seize the 'Source of All Things', a treasure that could propel one into the realm of gods, the great Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor fell. Reborn as a youngster named Shifeng,watch how Shifeng, with the revived memories of his former life, eliminates geniuses from all around, captures the essence of heaven and earth, and climbs atop piles of bones back to his throne of an emperor!

Trying to earn a living everyday kept Hyun-Soo busy. However, one day when he was doing a side job of threading beads, he realized something.

-Ding!

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!

Ruins stretched across the landscape in the apocalypse after the nuclear war.