A miracle doctor is exiled to an alternate savage world and forced to change his scummy ways!

Having thoroughly offended God, Yan Mo’s soul was transmigrated to another world. He quickly understood the cruelty of this world he’s in. The reason he was hit unconscious by someone and brought back to his home, was to be that primitive man’s food reserves in winter. The tribe he is in is a super spartan primitive tribe, the people here only respect two things: Combat power! Fighting ability! The former is the fighting power in battles, the latter is…

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Examine illness? Chinese medicine? Drink those bitter sandy things? The hell is that? Are you trying to murder our tribe’s warrior? Die!

Plant wheat? Raise pigs and chickens? We are warriors, not s*aves! Die!

Teaching the women to make clothes and cook? Make them soap and perfume? F*ck, he’s actually seducing our women! Die!

You’re a messenger of god? Here to lead us to a better life? Very well. We’ll give you one day, conquer all of our enemies, make them into sl*ves and bring them back. If you can’t, you’re dead!

Yan Mo: “……”

Lin Qing He transmigrated into a novel and became one of its cannon fodders. The novel’s background is non-viable 1960s, a time of want to eat but nothing to eat and want to wear but nothing to wear.

Although there is a lack of supplies and life was monotonous, this wasn’t what she was concerned about because she got a small personal interspatial space, which was stuffed with supplies, so temporarily there were no worries about her basic needs.

What she’s worried about is that if she remembers correctly, her three so-called sons will become big villains in the future, and their upright and cold dad will end up with an undeniable end.

Lin Qing He looked at the three future villain sons, the eldest who was only five years old, the second child was only three years old, and the third child was only one year old, and decided to give them half of a big white bun first…

She woke up from her sleep to the divorce papers that the original owner’s husband tossed at her.

Shu Yan picked up the document and took a look. She gets the house and the savings, but not the car.

Oh! And her son and daughter.

She had been a single woman in her 30’s in her previous life, and now she’s a mother?

How exciting is that?

She searched her memories. Two million dollars in savings. How much is two million dollars in the 90s?

What’s a husband? The other woman can have him. I’m taking the money and my instant son and daughter to go and enjoy ourselves!

Lu Yaoyao transmigrated. When she just opened her eyes, a man’s beautiful face appeared in front of her, trying to put on a gentle smile: “Daughter, call Daddy.”

She hadn’t reacted yet, and another handsome but indifferent face came into her view and said succinctly: “Call me Father.”

Lu Yaoyao looked at the two handsome guys with different styles and made a confused voice: “Ah?”

So, who is her real father?

The two Supreme Venerables of the devil and the human race had been deadly rivals for thousands of years. Whenever they met, they would fight to death, but always without a clear winner. One day, they fought for a chance of ascending in a secret realm and accidentally dropped their blood on a piece of spiritual stone nearby.

And this spiritual stone gave birth to a spiritual fetus, which was then born into a baby girl with a mixture of the two Venerables’ bloodlines.

Devil Venerable and Dao Venerable: “…”

Lu Zhou wakes up to become the world’s most powerful and oldest villainous Patriarch, and finds that he has nine notorious disciples who are full of evil. His eldest disciple is the leader of the Nether Sect with thousands of minions, and his second disciple—Sword Devil—always slaughters others at the slightest disagreement…

Without his cultivation base, how will he handle these evil disciples?

His eldest disciple, Yu Zhenghai, said, “I’ve never had a rival in my life, and no one but Master can make me bow my head.”

His seventh disciple, Si Wuya, said, “We can’t eat or sleep in peace as long as the Master is not dead!”

…

His ninth disciple, Yuan’er, said, “I’ll remember what Master said and be a good person.”