Invincible! This person has lived for a billion years - Chapter 11: The Nose Bridge Crusher

Yan Yan has become the cannon fodder in the novel.

Young Master Cannon Fodder was lost when he was a child, and when he was found he was covered with scent of red dust (1) , his lazy look provoked annoyance. So it didn’t take long for the cannon fodder to be sent to marriage by his family. The marriage partner is the protagonist of the book.

After the marriage, the cannon fodder not only failed to curb it , but became more able to do it. He pestered the protagonist all day acting coquettish, and finally the protagonist gave the cannon fodder a huge sum of money and drove the person out of the house.

After seeing the “end” of the cannon fodder, Yan Yan’s eyes lit up. Behave in a spoiled manner? He is best at it. It is guaranteed that the protagonist will not be able to bear it within three months, and he will be driven out with a huge sum of money.

Because of a favor owed by his father, Ji Juechuan, who has already achieved something at a young age, had to marry the young master of Yanjia who doesn’t love his mother or father.

On the first day of cohabitation before marriage, Ji Juechuan sat on the side of the bed and looked at his mobile phone. His face became even more ugly when he thought that he would be sleeping in a bed with the perfume-scented person. He will make it clear as soon as he arrives, and let the man pay attention to his behavior.

The bathroom door opened, and a soft and refreshing ball rolled into his arms. The young man with wet hair raised his face and smiled sweetly: “Husband, can I sleep with you tonight?”

Ji Juechuan looked at the person in his arms for a long time, and his Adam’s apple moved slightly.

“Yes.”

Later, Yan Yan received a huge sum of money from Ji Juechuan. It was just that the ticket he had prepared was torn to pieces. The man’s hot hands pressed against his waist, his tone dangerous.

“Yanyan, our wedding hasn’t been held yet, where do you want to go?”
Yan Yan:? That’s not what it says in the book!

*Mr Ji at the beginning: #Who is his wife? Anyway, it’s not my wife#

Later: #Do you have a wife yourself? Why do you covet my wife all day? #

*sā jiāo in the title means to act like a spoiled child/ to act coquettishly

*(1) 红尘 (hóng chén) the world of mortals (Buddhism) / worldly affairs. It’s a part of a poem, the actual phrase is 看破红尘 ( kān pò hóng chén) to see through the world of mortals or to see through red dust/ disillusioned with human society to reject the world for a monastic life

- Description from Novelupdates

A dungeon core novel. But with bees. A bee dungeon, if you will. Oh, and something about a young man finding his place in the world and maybe learning about the deadly calamity that threatens all of humanity. But mostly the bee thing.

Wei Ruo, a highly skilled doctor, was time traveled as a female supporting role in a novel. She was left neglected in the countryside for ten years and returned back when she was thirteen years old.

Seeing that she only knew how to grow flowers, grass and vegetables all day long, everyone thought that she was a peasant woman.

As the female supporting role, Wei Ruo did not want to fall in love with the male lead, nor did she want to compete with the female lead. All she was thinking about was to make money, make money, and make money!

When the fake daughter was still worried that Wei Ruo’s return would affect her status, Wei Ruo had quietly saved up a private fund.

When the fake daughter was still trying to attract the male lead’s attention, Wei Ruo had already made a big fortune.

If you want money, you have money, if you want food, you have food, The shop was opened one after another.

Later, her brother became the first minister, her father became the general, and the one sitting on the emperor’s chair was her husband.

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I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.