Big Sister Heroine, please don’t Bully the Little Sword Spirit
Chapter 0: The girl who drew her sword on a rainy night Path. Help. “When little Yvette turns 18, Mommy and Daddy will come back to celebrate your birthday~” The night was as dark as ink, heavily shrouding this desolate land, with moonlight sparingly casting a few silver rays, barely illuminating the winding path ahead. The sound o...
Chapter 0: The girl who drew her sword on a rainy night Path. Help. “When little Yvette turns 18, Mommy and Daddy will come back to celebrate your birthday~” The night was as dark as ink, heavily shrouding this desolate land, with moonlight sparingly casting a few silver rays, barely illuminating the winding path ahead. The sound of children crying, the curses of slave traders, and the clamor of the caravan’s movement filled the air. The screams of slaves rose and fell, as if every carriage held someone being beaten. 19… She was powerless; she was just another slave, and making noise or resisting would only bring harsher beatings. She had learned this lesson countless times. If not for this beautiful face… Heh, she was just an “A,” so would anyone even like someone like her? Helplessly cur
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