MTL - As Superman’s Younger Brother, I Became a Native of the Motherland - Chapter 308

Transmigrating to the Cultivation World, Chu Ning, who was born with mediocre talent as a mortal, could only start as the most laborious and exhausting Servant Disciple.When Cultivating the most basic Nine Tigers Body Refining Art, he unexpectedly refreshed the talent [Yin Wood Spirit Body]:1. Greatly increases the cultivation speed of Wood Attribute Cultivation Technique and Spells;2. The cultivated Wood Attribute Cultivation Technique can shield from prying, freely revealing the strength of Magical Power.Seeing this talent, Chu Ning decisively chose to become a Servant Disciple cultivating Spirit Plants, preparing to develop steadily and survive until immortality.However, he discovered that his talent was still refreshing.

{MATURE— DARK ROMANCE, MENTION OF SA ON AND OFF SCREEN, BULLY, ABUSE}Read the warning before clicking to read, thank you.In a world ruled by wolves, I am the mistake that breathes.Well, my name is Lisa and I’m twenty one years old.I am the girl with no wolf. No rank. No name worth remembering. Just a human girl trapped in a pack that never wanted me. Scrubbing floors, serving tables, surviving insults , I’ve learned to stay invisible. Until the night of the coronation.Until them.Three brothers. Three Alphas. Fated by blood. Feared by all.And somehow, fated… to me?I didn’t ask for the bond. I didn’t ask for the fire in their eyes when they looked at me, or the hate that followed. I was never meant to belong to anyone, much less them. But fate is cruel, and the Moon has secrets she’s just begun to whisper.You think I will still be alive to tell the story

Ms Shen goes about her usual days while Mr Bo flirts with her relentlessly.

Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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