Boss, stop fighting at home, your body is going to be scattered.

Author:Yan Xiaomo
Category:Romance Novels
17 people read
Last Updated:03/14/2025


Description

Lang Jiuchuan, the ninth girl of the Kaiping Marquis Mansion who had been away from home for more than ten years to cultivate, returned to Beijing to attend the funeral. However, when they reunited, her biological mother was not happy and her family members did not know her. They thought she was a troublemaker.
When she first entered the Beijing circle, the nobles laughed at her because she grew up in the countryside and looked short-lived. Her behavior was vulgar, like a weed in the mountains that couldn't make it to the big stage?
Lang Jiuchuan said that weeds are good, they are full of vitality and grow when the wind blows, but they hurt her heart too much!
Just when everyone was secretly betting on when she, a mediocre and short-lived ghost, would return to the West, they forgot that she was a scourge that could last for thousands of years.
Yes, my delicate body looks soft and can be bullied, but you try to touch me?
Do you sigh that there is no one behind me to protect you? What a joke, why should I rely on the ladder when I can become my own wings?
The sun cuts off the yang, the night cuts off the yin, his magical powers are known to the world, and everyone pays a lot of money to kneel down and beg for him, but Lang Jiuchuan just wants to accumulate merit, shape his body, continue his life, find his soul, and take revenge on the way.
No matter how hell begins, I will eventually break out of the siege!
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Chapter 1 Returning home, mother disowns her

Chapter 1 Returning home, mother doesn’t recognize her



In Wujing, the first snow falls.



Lang Jiuchuan looked at the two large white lanterns with the words "Die" written on them under the eaves, which were being blown violently by the north wind, and his eyes were half-squinted.



The hexagrams don’t deceive me.



It’s really dead.



The person who died was her grandfather in this body, Hou Langpu of Kaiping.