MTL - The Lucky Farmgirl has a Pocket Dimension - Chapter 262 find fault

New book “After the Evil Mother-in-law Reincarnated, the Whole Family's Plot Collapsed”, presents an exciting storyline with “mind-reading” + “control group” + “domineering CEO” + “ultimate face slap”~………………………………Companion piece: “God's Daily Life of Spoiling His Wife 2”, welcome to join~The entertainment circle exploded, comparable to a level 12 earthquake.What?! The god of the entertainment circle, Jiang Nuo, who won the Best Actor award at only 25 years old, proclaimed in the latest variety show: “I finally managed to reach 22, and the first thing I did was to get the marriage certificate.”The host was completely dumbfounded: “......” Wasn't there a rumor that he was against marriage......?“Do you know why?”“Why?”“Because she is older than me, I was afraid she would run off with another man.”The first thing the certain male god did after dropping this bombshell was to hurry home to hug his wife, carefully and flatteringly saying: “Um, I accidentally revealed that you're my wife on the show today. We might not be able to divorce for now. How about we wait for a bit longer?”Wife: “......” Are you sure it wasn't on purpose?

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.

On the way to a company workshop, we fell into a world of immortal cultivators while still in the car.

Those with spiritual roots and unique abilities were all called to join cultivation sects, living prosperously.

But I, having neither spiritual roots nor special abilities, lived as an ordinary mortal for 50 years, complying with fate until my death.

That’s what I thought.

Until I regressed.