Taming The Villainesses - Chapter 3.1: [R-18]

Du Fei was reborn, and in this difficult era of extreme shortage of supplies, he started his wonderful life of opening and hanging…

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A tribulation lightning strike allowed her to be reborn with a mutated space. Parents are deceased, but not to worry, she has an agricultural expert grandfather. People bully her, but that's no problem, as she is a cultivator. The space is barren except for a single broken sapling that only consumes precious metals. The sapling indignantly asked: Others eat grass and give milk, what about you? The little immortal sapling spat and said: Here, remember to exchange it for some RMB.

Decisive and RuthlessThere’s no such thing as a good monster!All monsters deserve to die!Cold-blooded and merciless!During his freshman summer break, Lu Ding had planned to take on an internship to gain some experience and earn a bit of pocket money. But who would’ve thought that the construction site he was working at would unearth a blood-dripping stone?While the workers fled in terror, Lu Ding grabbed a jackhammer and charged forward.After nearly twenty years in this world, his golden finger—the Monster Containment Prison—was fully prepared. But because he had never encountered a single monster in all that time, his patience had long worn thin.Now that he finally came across one, there was only one thought in his mind—either he killed the monster, or the monster killed him.Joining the 749 Bureau, he used their resources to hunt and contain monsters.From then on, the 749 Bureau gained a new investigator—one who never left a single survivor.One by one, legendary demons and monsters emerged into the world, only to be crushed under Lu Ding’s hands.[Contained the Stubborn Stone of Nanshan, gained the Path of Jinche—nothing is unbreakable.][Contained the Black Old Lady, gained Strength of a Thousand Pounds—one palm can move mountains.][Contained the Flying Centipede, gained Centipede’s Wind-Fixing Art—soaring through the skies and burrowing into the earth.]749 Bureau: “Unless absolutely necessary, do NOT let Lu Ding take a mission! Our bureau’s purpose is containment, but every time he acts, nothing is left alive!!”749 Bureau Motto: “We Contain, We Confine.”Lu Ding: “I may be an investigator of 749, but I don’t care about containment—only extermination.”

Yu Yi found herself transmigrated into a female protagonist in a xianxia novel, destined to suffer both physically and emotionally.The entire novel was 800,000 words long. For 700,000 words, she endured extreme torment. In the remaining 100,000 words, the heroine reconciled with her past, found true love without regrets, and achieved a happy ending with the male lead.Yu Yi absolutely refused to be this pitiful scapegoat.To avoid the main plot, she adhered to the basic principle of “where he is, I am not; where I am, he is not.” She laid low in her sect, dodging every opportunity to encounter the male lead.Five years passed, and she finally severed this ill-fated connection.The male lead married someone else. Yu Yi let out three wild laughs as she stepped out of the sect gates, happily rushing towards the colorful world outside.However, she didn’t expect that in her excessive joy, she would accidentally stumble upon the mu*der scene of the main villain.Yu Yi hid in the bushes, watching Xue Chenjing, dressed in white robes now stained with blood, slowly crushing someone’s skull. She was so terrified she didn’t dare to breathe.In the dead silence, a noisy voice suddenly rang out: [Master, look quick! It’s your wife! Your wife has finally come online. Isn’t she adorable, curled up and hiding in the bushes like that?]Yu Yi was shocked: Surely it can’t be referring to me?[She’s even wearing a red dress, matching couple outfits with you.]Yu Yi clutched her pomegranate-red skirt tightly, glancing at the hem of Xue Chenjing’s robe. What couple outfit? Isn’t that just stained red with blood?Xue Chenjing flicked the blood from his fingertips, his gaze sweeping towards the bushes. He asked in bewilderment, “Whose wife?”The system pulled out a masterpiece of literature, tapping the cover and asserting confidently: [Your wife.]