MTL - Marshal, Please Calm Down - ~ Chapter 187

Song Yu Xi is a tasker.

The system told her that she has a great and glorious task on her shoulders – to save the world!

Song Xu Yi is dedicated to her work, remembering the first rule of the Fast-Travel Code of “no love”, and is dedicated to reforming the world-ending villain and strengthening the power of the protagonist, but she never thought that every world would develop in an unpredictable direction:
The beautiful and charming villainous movie queen hugged Song Xu Yi’s neck and breathed like an orchid: “Kid, why do you always blush when you see me?”

The sickly and delicate villain Omega raised Song Xu Yi’s chin: “My dear Miss Song, how does it feel to have an Alpha become an Omega?”

The cold and beautiful villain student sneered and put the five million check into her school bag: “There is no other way to repay the favor of funding, only the promise of your body.”

The villainous prince disguised as a man slowly tore up the peace proposal: “If you want to negotiate peace, you can let your Grand Princess Song Xu Yi come and make peace…”
System （(艹皿艹 )）: Say no to love and don’t fall in love!!!

Song Xu Yi ((╥_╥)): Sorry!

I blame the villain for being too beautiful, I couldn’t see her tears…

The love story of a hardworking wage earner tasker and a gloomy world-destroying paranoid villain.

- Description from Novelupdates

Sometimes, as we go about with our lives, we all happen to think of one specific thought at least once.

[The copy is too difficult to write]
Meng Xia is wearing a book, dressed as a substitute for the male protagonist Bai Yueguang in the book, a canary with a miserable fate
In order to change his fate, after recalling the plot, Meng Xia decided to hug Bai Yueguang, the male protagonist, the biggest boss in the book.
Ning Qingwan is beautiful and sassy, ​​and when it comes to Jiquan Tiancai, she is always indispensable.
One day, the little girl who looked exactly like her held a bunch of her supporters and asked her timidly, “Old…husband…are you in love.”
Ning Qingwan looked at the blushing little girl in front of her and couldn’t help teasing her, “What do you call me?”
【The small theater is too sweet】
Celebrities and amateurs’ love observation show “Fortunate to Met You” was launched, and Ning Qingwan was invited
The fans refused to tie up the CP, and they were arguing about it, but they found that her husband was always flirting with another female guest who looked like her, and the male guest became a background board.
Netizens asked: Am I looking at Ji with rotten eyes? How can I match my face?
Anonymous netizens replied: Thank you for the invitation [picture]
In the photo, Ning Qingwan held the face of someone else’s little girl, kissed her earnestly, and had a deep expression on her face.

【Eating Guide】
①The body is delicate and soft and easy to overthrow the innocent little soft and cute VS evildoer and paranoid sultry big guy Shuang Jie
②In the early stage, it was a two-way crush ~ big sweet and small abuse~~ ending he
③ There will be a mutual attack session, once (the old face is red: the kind of hands-on teaching)
④The character has no prototype, please do not substitute it ~ Anti-theft setting is 70%, 36 hours, if the subscription ratio is not enough, wait 36 ​​hours to see the new chapter ~ Wang Haihan.
【Highlight lightning protection】
①The author’s logic is useless, and all the plot characters are only for the sake of brainless sweetness, and I don’t like to be cautious. Decline the writing guide~ You are right
②The details can’t be detailed, and the comment area will not be enough to complain.

Content tags: A soft spot for entertainment, sweet text, through books
Search keywords: Protagonist: Meng Xia, Ning Qingwan ┃ Supporting role: “Never Forget GL” for advance receipt ~ Crab Crab ┃ Others:
One sentence introduction: Ning Qingwan’s favorite dessert is Meng Xia
Intention: Do it yourself, have enough food and clothing

- Description from novelbuddy

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.