Ling Ruoxue

The mentally disabled 13 year old daughter of the Ling family. Although Ling Ruoxue is born mentally challenged, she is the most beloved granddaughter of the number one general in the Eastern Lake Nation. She is despised by her fiancé and schemed against by her love rival.

However, now she is reborn as a powerful soul.

This is a fantasy world, and also a world where the strong are respected. Cultivation, alchemy, weapon refinement, beast taming—the once foolish young miss has transformed into a stunning genius.

She rules over the Omnipotent God’s Cauldron, she possesses a spirit cultivation space. She’s no longer the good-for-nothing, abandoned girl who everyone bullies whenever they see her! Pill refinement and weapon refinement are all child’s play. With her incomparable poisons, even miracle doctors have to move to the side.

Heaven Grade medicinal pill? Even my pets won’t turn an eye to it.

Heavenly Treasure? I have the space to grow my own.

Sacred artifact? Sorry, that’s too low a level. I only know how to refine divine artifacts.

Beast taming? My beasts deliver themselves to my doorstep. Spirit beasts beg for contracts, but too bad, even the God of Beasts have to call her Boss

Scum father, you dare to abandon your wife and daughter, she will surely make him destitute and homeless.

Reborn again into the world, she returns as a sovereign, but who knew she would attract the nefarious-blood-thirsty-demon him. Black-bellied, violent, murderous, impetuous, gloomy, inhuman, yandere, prejudiced… He has a changeable personality, indifferent, black-bellied, arrogant, cute, and gentle. He’s definitely the sly emperor who doesn’t hesitate to kill and cut down anyone, but he transforms into a harmless foolishly cute prisoner prince of an enemy country.

The Man : Be good. Kiss me and I’ll let you go. Ling Ruoxue : (⊙_⊙)? She just felt like he’d become completely ill!

In addition, the grievances are clear, and if there is grudges, they will be revenge. He was warm as spring to their loved ones, and are cruel to the enemy and never show mercy. Ling Ruoxue ignoring him but he can't be angry with him. Rather than exploding in anger in the silence, he had turned crazy. And he also... split himself. His soul was broken into many pieces! Every fragment of his soul was utterly in love with him. Dark desire gradually surged inside him. People don’t offend me, I don’t offend people. If people offend me, return them a thousand times. This is the principle of the heroine in dealing with others.

It is also because of this that he and every fragment of his couldn’t stand seeing people other than himself getting close — even if it’s himself —– he would kill them all.

The Man : The person who you should really kiss……is me. Ling Ruoxue slightly curved her lips: I understand, I can, I understand. The Man : When Buddha saves everyone, he should save me (Let me think about the rest). People of the world, you dare to bully her, to insult her, i will definitely pay them back a hundredfold! Other people's: ……... Who i am? Where i am?

Daxia Feng Town.

In the Lingjia Temple, the table on which the sandalwood is carved is placed with various kinds of offerings. In the middle of the temple, the quaint floor-standing black tripod is filled with a few incense sticks and cigarettes.

The door was pushed open and a thin figure came in.

Inside the coffin wood, it was a 13-year-old girl, her face was only the size of a slap, and the facial features were very delicate. It was a pity that she had faint hair and a pair of sluggish scorpions to make her beauty a dusty pearl.

The door was kicked open by force.

The girl just walked to the desk and smashed out a few people.

Several evil slaves grabbed the dead girl's slave hands and feet and pressed her to the ground.

The constant crying from her ear made Ling Ruoxue's head hurt even more, and her body hurt as if she had been run over by a car.

They wanted to break away from the hands of a few people. Unfortunately, her strength was better than that of those who had learned the martial arts since childhood, and had reached the level of the Ling Family.

It’s because you are too noisy, I don’t want to wake up, Ling Ruoxue said in a very unhappy heart, she resisted the discomfort of her body, reluctantly opened some heavy eyes, and what caught her was a strange one.

She has a delicate face with two tear marks hanging on her face, her eyes are swollen like walnuts, and her eyes are red with emerald green gauze. She looks youthful and cute. Of course, if she doesn't cry. Where is this? Shouldn't she be dead? Died in a plane crash...

Several of the Ling family's slaves saw Ling Rouxue for a long time without thinking, and thought she was dead. The slave was scared but now ... Several slaves laughed and Ling Rouxue was in their eyes, not even a wild dog.

They held down Ling Rouxue hands and feet and stuffed the incense ash that did not know how many years had not been cleaned into her mouth. When the thing went into the belly, there was a round slick thing that slipped into her throat make her felt a hot heat in the belly Dantian. Endless enthusiasm, hot, and burning heat, as if to burn her whole person. Uncomfortable.... It’s so uncomfortable, Ling Ruoxue grabbed his throat and there was something to be drilled out of her throat. Until the blood was caught in the neck, the heat did not ease at all. She was so painful that she slammed into the mouth and the blood came out from her forehead. I'm dead again?

Several slaves face each other, and they are afraid of it. The little fool is humble and unappreciated, but it is also the true lady of Ling Family.

The feeling of burning in the fire, the waves followed. Ling Ruoxue shouted helplessly, but no one answered her. Gradually, the burning sensation disappeared, and Ling Ruoxue's internal organs were twisted together. I don't know how long it took, and in my mind, there was something like a bang that suddenly exploded in Dantian.

In Ling Rouxue's body, there was a red light flashing through her body, and her fingers moved. Eyes - abruptly opened, the early dull scorpions, such as the morning star. The surrounding scenery was clear, and Ling Rouxue sat up. Her nephew, the rhythm flashed past. The entrance is a quaint, atmospheric house with a desk in the middle of the house with offerings and ancestral tablets.

No wonder my head hurts so much, it turned out to be injured.

From her eyes, everything can be regarded as ancient and valuable, and it is definitely not. Ordinary people can afford it, and the clothes on this little girl who claims to be a maid looks a bit like ancient clothes. The little girl said that this is her house, and that this is the general mansion, but she clearly remembers her It should be dead, who can tell her what happened.