Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece - Chapter 514: Battle of Crotone (VII)

Everyone in the world of cultivating immortals knows that Immortal Venerable Moon Lin is arrogant and arrogant, shining like the moonlight, but he is helpless and cold, rejecting people thousands of miles away.
In this regard, Mu Chuihan himself has something to say.
Hundreds of years of high-cold people assume that he is tired of playing, and is preparing to let go of himself and change his body to play in the world.
However, it seemed that something went wrong with the avatar that he squeezed by himself – it turned out to be a top-level furnace body waiting for auction.
Mu Chuihan: So exciting.
At the auction, for the price of ten thousand gold, he was put into a golden cage as a gift and given to Lord Tingyun Ye Tingjiang.
Before seeing Ye Tingjiang, Mu Chuihan: Forget it, forget it, die together, change body and become a hero again.
After seeing Ye Tingjiang, Mu Chuihan’s eyes lit up.
“Xianjun is so handsome.”
“Can Xianjun have a marriage match?”
“Come, come, come, come, come, the top furnace cauldron, the old man is not deceived, who knows who uses it!”

Attack angle
Ye Tingjiang hated two types of people in his life. One was like the moon approaching immortals, and his eyes were higher than those of the top born. The two were like furnaces and cauldrons, who didn’t think about making progress and served people with colors.
Helpless to the latter, he eats the marrow and knows the taste, and gradually develops pity
Until one day he found out that the two were actually the same person
Ye Tingjiang: Over the years, it was a mistake!

Attack everywhere except sexual orientation × Gao Leng people are designed to be accepted by nature

1. The subject is very strong, the level of the top of the Xiuxian world, if you don’t upgrade, you will be crushed at the beginning
2. Tianwen is not cruel, there is no crematorium, Gong is an honest and good person, not scumbag, and has a mentality for the old father who hates iron and steel.

Content tags: Strong and strong, happy enemies, heaven’s favored son, immortals and cultivators
Search keywords: Protagonist: Mu Chuihan (Fuyan), Ye Tingjiang ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others:
One-sentence introduction: Tea of ​​Gaoling fell in love with me
Purpose: Reject false characters, accept yourself, and treat people with sincerity

- Description from novelbuddy

A broken man who ended his own life finds himself reincarnated into the game he used to play. However, instead of becoming the protagonist or a powerful antagonist, fate places him in the role of a minor villain—a mere stepping stone for the protagonist in the game's first arc.

Xie Ming’s world turned upside down when her sister and fiancé betrayed her. Thinking there was nothing left in her life, Xie Ming decided to put an end to it but little did she know that God had better plans for her.

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Standing in front of the cliff, Xie Ming was ready to end her life when a pair of warm and strong hands grabbed her waist.

“Do you really think ending your life is going to help?” The man asked.

Xie Ming who was still in a daze, frowned when she heard an unfamiliar voice.

“Instead of just ending your life like this why don’t you do something productive with it”
Xie Ming frowned deeper and asked, “What do you mean?”

Pulling her closer, he murmured, “Marry me.”

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[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.