MTL - Fast Travel Wanted: Don’t Get Angry with the Blackened System - Chapter 3 National school grass is the villain ()

Swordsmanship and Dao unite? Shattering the void? Stop joking, speaking of Long Ao Tian transform into a girl body, male pig’s foot and female pig’s foot (internet slang for male lead and female lead) ‘s luck turn around, absolutely crushing people.
Wu Zhe, nicknamed no JJ, transmigrated and mystically fused together with a biomech.

Others pass through and become Japanese girl, he transmigrates to a Japanese girl that could be (thick fog)…..

Getting jailed right after transmigrating, suffering thirst and hunger; joining a sect and is watched attentively, wants to turn her into human cauldron; travelling in Jianghu and is forced to participate in trials, even joining in suicide squads….

Yet Wu Zhe remains alive and kicking. Because…. This new body seems to have a lot of mysteries, unexpectedly could rely on womanly basis to evolve into different forms to survive.

Bosom isn’t flat how one can pacify the world, breasts aren’t big how one can gather people’s will (*). This is the biomech’s joyous life in XuanQi world.

Wu Zhe says: “The most fortunate after transmigrating is, perfectly justifiable to walk in female hot spring….”

- Description from Novelupdates

Crossing over into the 1970s to become a little girl, not enough to eat or wear, no problem.On my left, a brother spoiling his sister, on my right, a childhood sweetheart who's a warm piece of eye candy.Behind me is a group of little followers, here come the beautiful and happy days.Male lead version: Hmm, seems like my little wife has arrived.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.