My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious - Chapter 718 - 636 Gossip Discussion Group

Five hundred years later, a superhuman talent cultivated by the state perished during a mission, and his soul transmigrated, taking possession of the body of a young master from a prominent family who suffered from an anxiety disorder. From that moment on, his extraordinary life began, spanning across various fields such as business and medicine. Wherever he set foot, others could only look up to him.

There once was a boy who was an orphan and suffered abuse from his village residents. The only friend he had was the dummy scarecrow on the field, whom he talked to. One day, a wealthy man brutally beat the boy. The next morning, the wealthy man was found dead, and the scarecrow was covered in blood. Terrified, the villagers were convinced that the scarecrow had come to life to avenge its tormented friend. And it was the last scarecrow ever placed again in the fields, considering it a sign of death. — After scarecrow dolls begin appearing in the streets of Riddleford next to murder victims, the town is thrown into chaos.When the hunt for the mystery scarecrow murderer begins, it is only a matter of time before the famous Frontier Hall Opera House employees are subjected to suspicion, each protecting a secret of their own. But is that all that is going on? Or is there something unseen?

After sleeping for 10,000 years, the god-level small Ancestor woke up.She unexpectedly became a fool with the IQ of a three-and-a-half-year-old, heading to the college entrance exam hall, and everyone was waiting for her to make a fool of herself!The small Ancestor smiled slightly: “Very good, great wisdom appears foolish.”Casually, she achieved a “god-like” score that shocked the entire internet.Looking around her side, either there are Bosses of Ma Jia or they are Jinli little cuties, and everyone wants to desperately grind her into the ground with underhanded tricks!The small Ancestor smiled slightly: “Very good, my craftsmanship in creating people is still present. For those who grew crooked, just a little pinch to remake them should suffice.”The Bosses of Ma Jia can't hide their little bodies under their disguises, trembling!After casually remaking the defective products, she turned around and was immediately photographed sharing a bed with the Empire's unspeakable Mr. Bo, instantly shattering the hearts of girls around the world!The small Ancestor pondered slightly: “Something... seems amiss, I was just occasionally craving his body... his Spiritual Energy, you may carry on.”Several days later.A certain charming man personally delivered a marriage certificate to her residence: “I heard you crave Mr. Bo's body...?”#Reverse-plot small Ancestor VS abstinent domineering strongman #

I seem to have reincarnated in the world of an r-rated romance fantasy novel. And not just as an ordinary character, but as the witch who loses her life to the crazy male lead!

Luckily there is a long 200 years until the main characters are born and grow into their roles.

Now that my life is not in imminent danger, shall we leisurely think of ways to avoid death?

However, I had not taken notice of a very important detail about the time I’d be spending ‘safe from imminent danger’. 200 years was by no means a short waiting period and by the time the younger version of the male lead appeared in front of me , I had completely forgotten the original novel’s plot!

Oh, whatever, now that it’s come to this, the only way to survive is to raise the male lead into a sane and stable adult! The first step to avoiding death by the hands of the tyrant male lead is changing this extremely frightened child’s life.

“It must be very inconvenient for you to have me suddenly show up on your doorstep, I’m sorry. You can tell me to go away, I’ll be fine.”

“Nonsense. Do I look like someone who could be inconvenienced by a little boy like you? Also, what do you mean by you’ll be fine even if told to go away? It’s not like you have anywhere to go back to, kid.”

The little boy burst into tears.

‘Oh, this is so not it.’ Was what the witch thought to herself as the little boy sobbed