MTL - Cultivation Chat Group - Chapter 610 Today, I want to code the word to dawn, no one should pull me.

[Sweet doting + double cleanliness + love after marriage + no terrible in-laws] [Warm farming + cute baby + alternate world + space]

Delicate, soft, easily blushing little food blogger Luoge accidentally found herself transmigrated to ancient times. As a poor commoner in this unfamiliar era, every step was difficult.

In order to survive properly in this time period, she found herself a cheap husband.

Her original intention was just to stay alive, but she never expected to reap an unexpected joy.

Who wouldn’t want such an attentive and doting loyal dog of a husband! He’s really hard to resist!

Gu Jinchen’s daily worries: His wife is delicate and adorable, excellent at managing the household and kitchen, and very capable at earning money. What should he do?

The aliens came with hostility.
Facing the invasion of aliens, human beings are weak like ants.
So this is the end, the real end.
But there is resistance when there is an invasion.
For some, this is not the end, it is war.
So this is war.
Real war!

- Description from Qidian

After transmigrating into the Marvel-DC multiverse, he, once an ordinary person, has now become a world-renowned mercenary and assassin.Things have changed. Should he become a righteous hero, or continue his dark profession?“Don't use such shallow concepts like good and evil to judge me. I only do what I want.”Suddenly, the protagonist appeared behind the author of this synopsis, punched him, and sent him flying.“The truth is simple. I am the death knell that rings in everyone's ears!”

Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital’s royal square, took in someone else’s cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era’s brilliance... “Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?” Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.