First Assistant's Petite Wife Has Space - Chapter 118 - 118 Cerebral Infarction caused by Hypertension

Twelve zodiac animals represented the months of the Lunar calendar. No one was aware,however, that these twelve representations were Guardian Gods. These twelve positions were passed down the twelve patron bloodlines. They possessed the ability of the zodiac guardians and silently protected the East.

In the East, the auspicious Qilin, possessing royal blood, descended, reigning over the Twelve Zodiac Guardian Gods, who devote all of their power into protecting the East.

A ruffian Qilin, an Earth that transcends all expectations, a legendary city, and the patronage of the Zodiac animals together create an unforgettable novel.

(Rat, Ox, Tiger, Rabbit, Dragon, Snake, Horse, Ram/Goat, Monkey, Rooster, Dog, Pig)

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Having found herself caught in a dispute between two goddesses, follow Olivia as she ends up being transmigrated to a strange new world called Khallasia as another species.

This world contains many different races, from humans to elves and gnomes to beast-kin, along with monsters such as goblins and ogres.

Starting anew in this world with no possessions, she will try to live her life in a world that vilifies the races that make up her species.

Her journey will include having to learn to fight in a world where death is frequent, wars are brewing, and slavery, while illegal, is a common occurrence.

She will face many foes, from wild animals to full-fledged monsters, as well as bandits and robbers to knights and adventures, while she tries to find a place to call home.

With only her appearance changing, her mentality to do good deeds remains the same.

Whether this can continue in this new and more violent world is another story, especially since the urges that plague her species will soon start to plague her.

Warning: This is a harem, yuri novel where the MC is also a futanari.

In her previous life, Mu Yanxi fell in love with Yi Jingming like a bewitch, flattered him, and cared so much for him. Only after she died did she realize that she was just cannon fodder in a certain novel, and she deserved everything to make the protagonist.
Once reborn, Mu Yanxi said that she would not cooperate. Waiting for her to cooperate internally and externally to inherit the inheritance, right?
All right, then she wants to marry Yi Wulan right away, even if Yi Wulan dies, Yi Jingming’s family property will not be his turn.
Mu Yanxi ran back to the main hall of the Yi family before the engagement was terminated. Yi Wulan was sitting in a wheelchair with a long skirt sweeping the floor, with a dignified temperament, and a pair of stunning peach blossom eyes showed a sense of rejection and alienation.
Mu Yanxi was confident and chattered nonchalantly. She touched the roof of her tongue with the tip of her tongue, and her eyes, which were red from running, flickered: “I like you so much, of course I want to marry you.”
Yi Wulan:? ? ?
From that day on, Mu Yanxi, who couldn’t live without flirting, took advantage of Yi Wulan’s sleep to give her healing powers awakened in another world. The next day, when she was found to be shaking hands, she could shyly slap her: “I knew you had a deep affection for me and wanted to conspire against me.”
Yi Wulan: …
Later, on the night of Yi Wulan’s recovery, Mu Yanxi, who failed to escape, was forced to bite the divorce agreement and cry, her eyes turned red.

Yi Wulan (attack) VS Mu Yanxi (receive)
Note: Gong Shou is 1V1 Shuangjie, the Lord Shou has no children, and Gong Shou is 6 years older than Shou

Content tags: City Love Rich Family Rebirth Sweet Text
Search keywords: Protagonist: Mu Yanxi; Yi Wulan ┃ Supporting roles: Bai Yu’an; Mu Yanqing; Yi Jingming; Yan Che ┃ Others:

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“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.