MTL - Chronicles of Primordial Wars - Chapter 833 Meeting again

As tragedy befalls Xin Siyue, she soon finds herself transmigrated into a novel world as a character. To her disappointment, she became the villainess who obsessively chased after the male protagonist while scheming to tear apart his relationship with his beloved.

To avoid her death route, Xin Siyue carefully avoided the male and female protagonists at every turn. Instead, she went off on her own to enjoy life. But somewhere along the way, she made a mistake– the male protagonist took notice of her!

Xin Siyue’s eyes teared up as she was being kissed in Chen Sinan’s arms. ‘No! This wasn’t in the plot!’

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“If he’s being badass, I’m gonna plant my own crops. If he messes with me, he will not live past next year.”

Joey picked up a random man at the matchmaking center and got married.

He paid back the mortgage with a bitter laugh, ate at the roadside stalls, and sold on the ground.

One day.

Colleague A was shocked: Your diamond ring is worth at least two million!

Colleagues B is crazy: Your dress is set to be super trenches!Countless renowned golden women wailed: CEO Lu gave up the throne to accompany a Cinderella to experience the lives of commoners.

What kind of weird hobbies are these?

After knowing the truth, Qiao Yi was furious: Lu Jingyun, I want to divorce you!

The man hugged her and coaxed in a low voice, Darling, don't make a fuss.

Anger can affect the baby in your belly.

The boundless universe is full of many wonders.

I, Chen Ping, only have one sword!

I can move mountains, overturn the seas upside down, suppress demons, slap the face of gods, pluck the stars, break rivers, destroy cities, and… open the heavenly abode!

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The Midland world was full of wonders.

In the center of the world, there was a scholar who had once used a sword to slash out a waterfall of the Milky Way. This was the person he was the most proud of.

At the edge of East Sea’s cliffs, there was a nameless Daoist who was unwilling to ascend to the peak of a mountain. He only wished for a cool breeze to brush against his face.

In the Western Pure Land, there was an old monk who liked to treat people to chicken soup and tell stories.

In the southern border of the Wilderness, there was a blind painter who controlled golden-armored puppets that were as tall as mountains to move the hundred thousand mountains, creating an embroidered picture.

A impoverished youth who grew up in the north. One day, he saw tens of thousands of Sword Kinesis Immortals above him, like a swarm of locusts crossing the border.

He wanted to see for himself the scholar that the storyteller had mentioned, the surging tides of the East Sea, the vast swamps of sand in the west, and the majestic mountains of the Southern Wasteland.

Thus, one day, the youth picked up the wooden sword and began to descend south.

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