MTL - My 1995 Small Farm - v2 Chapter 395 like a puppy

Xie Jingyuan, the master taoist of Qingxu Temple, was reborn into modern times together with the cat demon Su Miaomiao.

Su Miaomiao: That classmate’s dried fish seems delicious.

Xie Jingyuan: I’ll buy one for you, don’t steal it.

Su Miaomiao: It’s raining, Taoist Priest, come here and pick me up.

Xie Jingyuan: I’m busy.

Su Miaomiao: It’s okay, a male classmate is willing to drop me at the dormitory.

Xie Jingyuan: … Send me the location. ·

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Everyone dreams of being summoned to a magical world.Everyone… except me.I’m Alan. Thirty-something, white-collar worker, zero hobbies, one annoying best friend named Bob. Bob’s an anime-obsessed otaku whose life goal is to become the hero of an isekai world. I just wanted to go home, take a shower, and sleep.But then Bob opened a portal to another world in his living room.And guess who got sucked in with him?Now Bob’s the Chosen One, blessed by world and received legendary weapons and magic.Me? I’m the guy carrying his bags, dodging fireballs, and wondering if fantasy world have proper sewage system.This is the story of how my best friend became a hero……and how I accidentally became his sidekick.

Ye Xinghui was tricked into another world by an unscrupulous god.Still, he at least has a golden finger.At first, Ye Xinghui planned to rely on his golden finger to become a protagonist in the new world, but… when he saw his parents’ information, he was completely dumbfounded.His father turned out to be the legendary King of Soldiers, and his mother was the legitimate daughter of the first noble family in China.But this was nothing. Ye Xinghui was even more dumbfounded when his brother suddenly woke up and said, “Shouldn’t I be going through the heavenly tribulation? Why am I here… wait… is this Earth?”Ye Xinghui can’t help but think, ‘Didn’t we agree that I would be the protagonist?’

She died in her prime as the Queen of Song.

After being reincarnated, she becomes a simple trainee.

Losing her former glory? It doesn’t matter—no one can compete with her voice as a beautiful singer.

Mocked by her lowly birth? It doesn’t matter—her true identity is enough to make the whole world tremble.

She owes huge debts? It doesn’t matter…

A powerful boss once whispered to her, “Your debt will disappear if you become my woman.”

But the proud her would reply, “I’m sorry. I would sell my art, but not myself.”