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Su Qinglan estava sentada de pernas cruzadas na grama, segurando o filhote de tigre mais gordinho que ela já tinha visto. "Aww... Olhe só para você", ela sussurrou, tocando seu narizinho. "Tão fofo que eu poderia te devorar..." Uma sombra repentina pairou sobre ela. "O que há de tão bom nesse filhote fedorento?" perguntou uma voz profunda e divertida. Ela piscou os olhos... e congelou. Erguendo-se acima dela estava um alto homem-fera tigre, seus olhos dourados estreitados em um sorriso preguiçoso e predatório. "Vamos ter o nosso", ele disse. O cérebro de Su Qinglan entrou em curto-circuito. ... Nosso? NOSSO?! Antes que ela pudesse processar, no momento seguinte foi içada sobre o ombro largo dele como um saco de grãos e carregada diretamente para a caverna. Su Qinglan ficou tão sufocada com a rapidez de tudo aquilo... que esqueceu até mesmo de reclamar. *** Os joelhos de Su Qinglan batiam um contra o outro enquanto ela olhava fixamente para a enorme serpente. Seus olhos vermelhos e frios se estreitaram, o movimento de sua língua provando o ar entre eles. "N-Não me coma", ela gaguejou, abraçando a si mesma. "Eu... eu não sou saborosa... sério, sou dura e cheia de... hm... colesterol ruim." A cabeça da cobra abaixou até ficar a centímetros de seu rosto. Suas orelhas de raposa tremeram freneticamente. E então, antes que ela pudesse piscar... seu corpo enorme cintilou, escamas transformando-se em pele bronzeada e músculos definidos. Diante dela estava um homem tão incrivelmente bonito que os pobres olhos de raposa de Su Qinglan lacrimejaram só de olhar para ele. Su Qinglan engoliu em seco, seu rabo ficando todo arrepiado em pânico. "Eu... eu..." Sua voz falhou. Okay, novo problema... a cobra é gostosa. Ela apertou os olhos fechados. "Se você... se você realmente quiser..." Ela soltou, com o rosto ardendo, "...v-você pode... me pegar." *** Em um momento, Su Qinglan estava lutando com todas as suas forças contra o rei zumbi. Boom! No momento seguinte, ela acordou em um bizarro mundo das bestas... dentro do corpo de uma tirana local preguiçosa, mimada e gorda que todos odiavam. A Su Qinglan "original" tinha sido uma vilã arrogante e manipuladora que passava seus dias intimidando mulheres-fera mais fracas, perseguindo machos bonitos e aterrorizando as crianças da tribo. Agora, graças ao senso de humor distorcido do destino, Qinglan havia herdado o corpo e a má reputação. Mas, sinceramente? Ser gorda em um mundo das bestas ainda era melhor do que passar fome no apocalipse. Pelo menos aqui, ela podia comer. O único problema? Neste mundo, os homens não eram apenas homens, eram homens-fera. Altos, fortes, perigosos... E aparentemente, esperava-se que cada mulher-fera tivesse vários maridos. O problema? As palhaçadas da Qinglan "original" haviam espantado todos os machos decentes num raio de dezesseis quilômetros. Armada com seus instintos de sobrevivência apocalíptica, uma língua afiada e um misterioso sistema que de repente se ativou... "Vinculando com a hospedeira..." "Parabéns, hospedeira, por chegar com sucesso ao mundo das bestas." Qinglan decidiu que não iria chorar sobre o destino. Se ela tivesse que viver aqui, então viveria grande, literalmente.

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Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!