MTL - Fantasy Farm - Chapter 117 Quiet time

Jiang Li takes a meal and gains the status [Satiety].

[Satiety: Restores 1 Stamina per minute. Duration: ∞]

He no longer has to eat.

He sticks a talisman on himself and gains the status [Armored Horse Divine Travel].

[Armored Horse Divine Travel: Increase movement speed by 1000%. Duration: ∞]

Taking pills, gaining spiritual qi, refining the body, nurturing the soul, and increasing life expectancy…

He only needs one pill for the status to take effect for the rest of his life.

Those crippling secret techniques that boost power for three seconds but result in three-year feebleness? They are now the most powerful and most amazing techniques!

Waiting for a thousand years to comprehend the Dao after using one enlightenment pill? No, he is comprehending the Dao every day!

He is Jiang Li, a Prince Charming who can turn an instant into eternity →_→…

A premeditated car accident almost cost Lu Jinghan his life, but fortunately, Doctor Han saved him.Later, the old master of the Lu Family said with delight, “The life-saving grace of Doctor Han cannot be thanked with words; it's better to let my grandson offer himself in gratitude.”“Old man, that's enough.” A deep voice came from behind, belonging to Lu Jinghan.Han Xi also felt as if she had been struck by lightning. She's a doctor; healing and saving people is her duty and doesn't deserve such... generous reward....Later, Doctor Han became the person Mr. Lu cherished in his heart.Mr. Lu had a smile on his lips, a smile as sweet as nectar: “Let's have a child, then we'll be a family of three.”“Two, I want both a boy and a girl.”“No, just one.”“Why?”Mr. Lu gazed lovingly at his Mrs. Lu: “It's too painful to have a child, one is enough.”What to do, it seems Doctor Han wants to pounce on her Mr. Lu right now.

Until he became the lowest-ranked master, his lonely and luckless life never changed.

Suddenly one day, a descendant injected him with a nanomachine, and the machine started ‘speaking’ to him.

“What? What are you talking about?”

This was beyond the boy’s knowledge, he turned pale.

The Nanomachine linked to his cerebrum realized the User was not understanding a single word it said.

“Who are you, and why are you doing this to me?”

“Nano Mashin?”

The boy’s face hardened.

Mashin was the deity the Mashin Religion worshipped, along with the Sacred Fire.

The religions’ Master communicated with Mashin.

“Um, are you really Mashin?”

The boy knelt down and asked with a trembling voice. At this, the Nanomachine attached to his cerebrum realized it had been misunderstood.