MTL - The First Order - Chapter 1194 Key door

She, Mu Qing, was holding space supplies and dressed like a silly village girl.

The beginning was difficult for everyone, and it was still one woman vs two men.

In the face of the upcoming arrest scene, she decisively gave up the goal set by her relatives and turned to the arms of the unlucky boss.

From now on, she will fight for the best, seek justice, and clean up all those who want to harm her.

By the way… Oh no, how could the luck of this unlucky boss get better, and he still hugged her and cried in the middle of the night?

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To rebuild death god’s glory, was our obligation!

At the start of the story, he and his zanpakuto had to fight for his own territory!

The Lord of Hell, Mephisto?

Playing with people’s hearts, you might need to learn more from me!

Necromancer?

Let me test the might of Ryūjin Jakka!

Iron Man, Tony Stark?

Come, come, it just happened that I am in need of technical support in the Technological Development Department!

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Lod, who inherited the will of Soul King, crossed into Marvel World and decided to become the biggest behind-the-scenes manipulator!

When Lod ruled the three major organizations of the Wandenreich, Las Noches, and Seireitei, and looking at the entire universe, he could not help but sigh with emotion: In fact, at the beginning, I just wanted to live!

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?”