MTL - The Sword Deity in Tokyo - Chapter 247 Dealing with pen from God

She choked to death after drinking a mouthful of cold water. Was there anything more unlucky than this?

Of course, there was! When she reopened her eyes, she found herself transmigrated into a three-hundred-pound fatty.

Not only was she fat and round, but she also had a palm-sized black spot on her body.

She looked down at the layers of swimming floats on her body and swore to exercise and lose weight.

She had just lifted her leg when she collapsed to the ground. This time, she was prepared to go on a diet and lose weight.

When she heard the earth-shattering rumbles from her stomach, she held herself back.

She had not eaten for three days, but she realized that she had only lost one tael.

She instantly broke down. Sensing that something was wrong, she checked and realized that she had been poisoned.

As a descendant of a family that practiced traditional Chinese medicine, this was a small matter.

With acupuncture techniques in her hands, why would she be afraid of a little poison?

Before she could succeed in losing weight, the scumbag canceled their engagement and her stepsister came to provoke her.

‘It’s fine. Staying calm is more important. What? Does he dare to call me an ugly pig, a fat woman, a fatty? This is intolerable!’ With her acupuncture skills, she was able to detoxify the poison and become beautiful.

Using her competence, she managed to face-slap everyone and lose weight while torturing scum.

After accidentally rescuing a chronically ill uncle, he turned out to be her scumbag ex-fiance’s uncle.

She smiled maliciously and said, “Uncle, you should give yourself to me in return for rescuing your life!” When she saw the scumbag again, she said warmly, “My good nephew, call me Auntie.”

Persona:

Song Jiaren: Vengeful for the smallest grievance, naughty, and cheeky.

Yan Cheng: Two-faced, strong, patient, and cunning.

In her last life, as a cold-blooded assassin, she died without leaving her body behind and was reborn to the time when she was 15 years old with a supernatural ability.

Teaching a lesson to the parents whom are jerks, playing around with the selfish younger sister, slapping the faces of weirdo relatives.

Outstanding and high combat ability, who said that both looks and intelligence can’t be applied to the same person? With that said, she got the attention of a military officer.

“You’re suspected for the crime of murder, hacking into the general server system…… There’s too many crimes to be listed, you need to be apprehended immediately.”

Song Ye raised her eyebrow and got onto the military officer, “According to Young Master Qin, if I want to be cleared off of those crimes, is there any good suggestion for it?”

A certain someone’s eyes darkened and said, “Marry me.”

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