MTL - Medical Martial God - Chapter 5 Conspiracy Vortex!

Ditian travels to One Piece, and he can become stronger by playing the role of a muscular man.

Whether it is fighting skills or cultivation talent, he is the number one person in the world.

The physical liberation of tens of thousands of muscles compressed, the bones more than a thousand times harder than the hardest steel, the ghostly back of evil deeds, the recovery rate of flesh and blood rebirth, etc.

One person surrounded the entire Qibuhai, one person surrounded the top, one person invaded the city of advancement, and one person invaded the Holy Land and sat on the Void Throne.

It seems that at the beginning of invincibility, there is no one in the whole world who can fight!

Naval Headquarters: It’s terrible, it’s simply a humanoid monster

Shichibukai: We are surrounded, and when we meet, one will be abolished, two will die and three will surrender

Five Old Stars: Lord Im gave birth to a daughter for him

White Beard: I was punched to death by him

Blackbeard: I am often slapped in the face by him, I am really scared

Princess Baixing: My husband is the most gentle

Di Tian: They are all so weak, I can only eat the fruit of time and go twenty years later to see if these guys have become stronger

Twenty years later, the world has entered the era of ten emperors, one emperor and twelve generals. Have you heard that everyone’s abilities are against the sky?

Playing in the second world, in the world of cutting the red pupil, who still remembers Esthers?

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In the vast and boundless continent Cangtu, there were ancient sects governing the Ten Old Domains, unworldly immortal clans beyond the Blue Sky, and primordial demon gods dominating the dark abyss that together created a great number of brilliant stories over the long course of the history.

Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”