When 'God' Decides To Start Over - Chapter 149 - 101 Blood Light Slash

Qiao Qingyu found herself transported into a period novel, becoming He Xiu Yu's dreadful ex-wife.She's the worst of them all—lazy, dumb, and wicked.She serves as a foil whose sole purpose is to advance the plot, a tool for slapstick comedy, and a contrast to highlight the intelligence and kindness of the female lead.Everyone is eagerly waiting for her to exit the stage.Faced with dangers ahead and behind, Qiao Qingyu isn't bothered at all. After all, she possesses a seed laboratory.The joy of having a golden finger is beyond your wildest imaginings!

What is it like to be a prison guard in another world? Thieves, pirates, assassins, con artists, terrorists… Werewolves, vampires, witches, necromancers, succubi…This is the Iron Rose Prison, where the most dangerous witches in the world are gathered.“I will make this the best model prison in the world!”said a prison guard who had been transported to another world.“Warden, someone has escaped again!”“Bring them back and put them in solitary confinement.”Today, is also a peaceful day on the Rose Prison.Warden: “I’m just trying to run my prison properly, how did I become a big shot in this world?”

In an era brimming with noise, where danger and opportunity coexist, the practice of martial arts, various folk customs, strange tales, taboos, imperial courts, and the world of martial artists abound. Among these are the grandmasters, magical duels, ghostly encounters, divinations, invoking the divine, ritual plays, esoteric Buddhism, and the pursuit of immortality.In this diverse and complex world, where the three teachings intermingle and all kinds of people abound, the sphere of mysticism is filled with folklores and bizarre stories.It's a tumultuous time, where danger and opportunity exist side by side.Striding with his saber, Li Yan is determined to dispel all evil and embrace a world free from any taboo!

Is there anything as true happiness?Even a mute girl like me wonder.Once lost in my world of oblivion but now in light of the dirty secrets that played behind me.Murder like common theft and even crime, like the play of little children.who would lead the dynasty? I wonderlies after lies, hypocrisy stench like the smell of laundry making me pounder.It is no longer a mere selection but now the survival of the fittest.I have to become the heiress which I've been named either by hook or by crook, even if it means relaying on the influence of the man I've been sold toit's now time I cause havoc and disrupt the peace of many, causes the downfall of many, and place many on their toes as they try to discover who the orchestrator isBut who would ever suspect a mute?