Renegade Immortal (WN) - Chapter 2026: Filled With Rage 5

For the once dead Hua Yu Man, she has to do three things this lifetime: kill those who harmed her, kill the man who said he loved her, and protect a place called “home.”

She seems docile and gentle, with the air and temperament of a beautiful young lady. But in fact her heart is cold, overbearing, and black belly, with a mysterious identity that can drive the world crazy.

He is the Thirteenth Prince, but also the country’s disgrace; a cold and ruthless man who doesn’t put human lives in his eyes. But only towards a sometimes gentle, sometimes willful and sometimes disobedient woman, would this man be ceaselessly doting and spoiling.

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Han Qiwu acquired a farm game system similar to Stardew Valley. While farming, fishing, and mining in his own fields, he can obtain high-quality loot. At the same time, he can also craft various ultra-high-quality farming tools, and he enjoys a brand new version loaded with an Oriental Mod!Peach blossoms bloom in March, picked to brew peach blossom wine.Loquats ripen in May, harvested to make loquat cake.Spring doves sing on the roof, white apricot flowers by the village.Learn recipes from Shennong, trade pets with Chiyou.Farming games are indeed fun, but playing can really be a grind!Fortunately, Han Qiwu gradually found the joy in grinding during his exploration...

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”