MTL - The Whole Internet is Waiting For Master Fu To Fall In Love - Chapter 870 I know you miss your wife (2)

Xia Zhiyi just opened the door and was sent directly to another world.
Besides her, there are other people here, even her ex-girlfriend Jing Ruyu who just broke up.
Then a mysterious voice fell in their ears——
【Are you regretting your choice?
【Do you feel pain because you can’t control your body?
【Have you seen death and feel unwilling because life is short?
[It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter, this is the ‘new world’, the new life you are looking for is here, and it is waiting for you not far ahead!
[Lucky ones who have been selected, you only need to complete the task and live until the end, and you will be able to welcome your new life! 】
At the end, I added two sentences.
[Don’t die, you will never have another chance if you die.
[Treasure life is everyone’s responsibility, I wish you all the best, hee hee. 】
Everyone was horrified, but Xia Zhiyi was different.
“This voice,” she turned her head to look at Jing Ruyu, and commented objectively, “It’s so yin and yang.”
Jing Ruyu: “?”
What is your focus here? ?
After everything that happened after that, Xia Zhiyi realized that this “new world” was not only yin and yang, but also a game of death.
Facing the monsters and ghosts in the dungeon, in order to survive, she decided not to be a human!
Later, she discovered that her ex-girlfriend Jing Ruyu had a secret.
An unknown and unspeakable secret.

[Eating guide for this article]
○ Sand Sculpture｜Raising Cubs｜Not a particularly scary infinite stream
○ The private setting is like a mountain, it is purely made up｜Logic serves the plot｜It’s just a story, don’t force it if you don’t like it
○ Scarf: @咕咕Is it too hot to pass out today?

Content tags: supernatural, supernatural, special liking, infinite stream, cool text
Search keywords: Protagonist: Xia Zhiyi, Jing Ruyu ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others:

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When a mountain comes to life, awakening its consciousness, it takes on another form—a Mountain Spirit. And that’s me reborn with extraordinary Divine powers.Want to know what these divine powers are?Well, one of them allows me to accelerate herb growth—up to one hundred times faster! Impressive, right?But wait, there’s more! I also possess a ‘golden finger’—which is ‘Space-Time’ system that lets me fish for lost techniques, weapons, pill formulas, and other treasures from the rivers of time and space.With these at my disposal, I’m sure to become stronger, at least stronger than the beautiful sect master who claims my mountain as her personal retreat and constantly drag me into her matters.It’s not an easy life, but no need to worry! I’m not just any spirit—I’m a human spirit born from a mountain, which means I have an extraordinary talent for cultivation.To top it off, my system was generous enough to grant me a divine cultivation technique right from the start. There’s just one tiny problem: it’s a dual cultivation technique, and I need a partner to cultivate it.So, I had no choice but to convince the sect master’s stunning disciple to help me out. I mean, it’s not like I’m after her gorgeous long legs, her curvaceous thighs, or her… well, you get the point.I’m just a humble cultivator trying to grow stronger by any means necessary.If only she’d run into some trouble, so I could swoop in and save the day. That would make things a lot easier for me… but alas, life is never that simple.Still, I’ll find a way. With my Space-Time system, my mountain’s power, and a little charm, I’ll outgrow this mountain and surpass everyone—even the sect master. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll enjoy the beauties along the way.

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”

Someone palmed out a blue dragon, which shocked the world. Someone smashes the green hill with a fist, and thousands of people admire it.

Some people live for thousands of years, just like gods. Some people are merciful and compassionate to the world.

In this world of panic, how can there be no place for me?

(The protagonist kills decisively. If you are not a virgin, kill if you have the strength, and if you don’t have the strength, you will die.)

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