MTL - Rebirth of Hong Kong 1981 - Chapter 1063 Home flowers are not as fragrant as wild flowers

The day of marriage. Lifting the sedan chair to the door, he lightly lifted the sedan curtain, but he saw no newcomer, only a piece of paper pressed under a stone.

Looking at her flamboyant font, his thousand-year-old pupils faintly spurted out a few flames. good very good. On his perfect and impeccable face, there was a faint smile, not angry but smiling.

However, no one saw the hidden chill in that smile. That woman dared to run away from marriage, he would let her know the consequences of doing so.

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A world filled with heroes with superpowers. A world attacked by calamity fiends. A modern world filled with wonders and dangers.

Shi Xiaobai, a child from normal Earth, walked into such a world, proclaiming to be its king. But at the first signs of danger, he is forced to make a choice, one which he cannot refuse for time would repeat, making him face the choice again.

He is not humble nor is he modest, but neither is he delusional. Yet, the Absolute Choice seems to make fun of him. Will the joke be on him or will he laugh at his opponents? There will be many watching his escapades, and there will be some joining him in his adventures.

To see through the world and to grasp its truth, that is the destiny of the King.

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A soul was employed by a higher being to help him manage his world. How will our protagonist live her life to the fullest while also fulfilling her new duties?I don't own Naruto. I adjusted the story to my liking. English is not my main language so don't bother about grammar mistakes too much.

[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.