Mr. Fang's Feisty Mistress - Chapter 82 Fun Place

After waking up, Han Zhao traveled to a world where kingdoms were fighting for hegemony and demons were rampant.

The family of magic soldiers is high above, and the rich family of spirit beasts overlooks all living beings.

The inheritance fault of the martial arts system is gradually declining.

Han Zhao’s qualifications are mediocre, but he has a reminder simulator.

After the krypton gold simulation, choose one of [entry], [attribute points], and [life experience].

[You have practiced martial arts for eight years, barely getting started. Twenty-five years old, married and had children. Fifty years old, died of illness. 】

[You have practiced martial arts for a year, and you have successfully started. At the age of twenty-two, you were seriously injured and died of poisoning during a gang turf war. 】

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[Life Simulation]: Basic entry, simulate a future life.

[Swords and Swords]: White entry, three times the qualifications of swordsmanship and swordsmanship.

[Basic Master]: Green entry, the speed of basic martial arts practice is doubled, and the probability of breaking through the upper limit is greatly increased.

[Late Blooming Talent]: Blue entry, aptitude improves with age.

[Body training maniac]: Purple entry, practicing body training skills is making rapid progress.

[Alchemy master]: Orange entry, alchemy qualification increased a hundred times.

[Peerless Fairy]: The red entry, looks more and more beautiful, and has a charming effect on the opposite sex.

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[The 72nd floor of the health regimen; special effects: physical fitness (hidden special effects: immortality, true sun, nirvana holy body, five-color light…)]

As long as there are enough entries, the power is mediocre, and the simple and easy-to-learn health-preserving skills can also be practiced into peerless magic skills.

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“Obtaining the topmost degree of talent in sword arts in the world requires giving up 72 years of lifespan, which leaves you with only five more years of your life. At the same time, you will never be able to feel love, kinship, and friendship, and you’ll end up leading a lonely life until your death, unable to procreate, or to have any descendants.“From now onwards, everything related to happiness in the human world shall no longer be of your concern. Are you willing to accept this?”“Hahahaha, I’m already alone bereft of all support, my hopes dashed to pieces, shouldering only absolutely irreconcilable grudge and hatred, why would I disagree? Why would I not want it? I couldn’t ask for anything better!!”His sword sweeps across the Divine Continent for seven days and nights, moving 90,000 miles through the starry skies, unhindered.He slays saints and buddhas in Heaven, slaughters demons and devils in Hell, sweeping away all the grievances in his heart.

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?”

Throughout heaven and earth, I alone am powerful