MTL - If You Don’t Farm, You’ll Die - Chapter 35 (one)

Freak Xie Ao Yu originally had no way of cultivating battle qi but, by accident, he got a mysterious godly pellet and he received a supreme emperor blade. That changed his destiny and from then on, he felt the real meaning of life and he made original time and space related battle skills and decisively battled ancient, huge clans and hundreds of continental clans in the Qi Ao continent.

Clouds formed with a flip of a hand and rain formed with another flip. He left the strongest mark in tens of thousands of years of history and created glorious chapters about a tyrant’s anger, blood shed for thousands of miles, the skies hissing from mad blades, and the allegiance acknowledgement of all times.

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Shocking! The Tyrant's Group Pampered Baby Is Heavenly Dao's Own Daughter【New Book “Exile? Extinguish the Kingdom? She Empties the Treasury and Rebel with Her Baby” Released】【1V1, Sweet Pampering, No Abuse】Bai Xilie, the tyrant who founded Great Chu, accidentally lost his only daughter during the chaos of war! After finding her again like a madman, he instantly transformed into a daughter slave, showering her with love!Unfortunately, not long after Great Chu was founded, the national treasury was empty, and rebellions broke out everywhere, with remnants of the former dynasty surfacing one after another!Bai Zhi'er, as the own daughter of Heavenly Dao, was utterly fearless: “Father, don't be afraid, I've got this!”Natural disasters and human calamities? All resolved with Jinli's fortune!Fake princess vying for favor? Slap her face swollen!People's literacy is low? Establish the Wen Mansion to bring about an era of flourishing scholarly contention!However, Bai Zhi'er always remembered Heavenly Dao mother’s advice: transform five major villains to stabilize her father's throne!…Not long after, each villain more ruthless than the last joined the team of the great tyrant, pampering the little princess Bai Zhi'er to high heaven!The Princely Heir skilled in both poison and medicine: “Saying Zhi'er is a fake princess? Do you not want your eyes for my medicine?”The temperamental Third Brother: “Who bullied my sister? I'll lead troops to flatten your whole family!”The reborn chief minister of nobility: “Bai Zhi'er is my sworn sister, she must not cry, or I'll have you die!”The Emperor from an enemy kingdom as the godfather: “If you are wronged in the Chu Kingdom, we from Great Qin will exact double return for you.”Four villains are all settled, only the last one remains, and he doesn't want anything, leaving the little one at her wit's end!The handsome, paranoid Demon Lord youth smiled unrestrainedly: “Zhi'er, the world is vast, yet aside from my embrace, you're not allowed to go anywhere, come here for a hug.”

Neris Truide was born with the legendary purple jewel eyes of the ancient warrior Elandria. Despite this, her peers at the noble academy bully her mercilessly, destroying her self-esteem. Adopted by the wealthy and powerful duke Elandria because of her jewel eyes, Neris eventually marries Crown Prince Abelus―only to be pushed aside for his mistress Megara, who led the bullying at school. Neris's life ends at age thirty when she is poisoned by her adoptive sister Valentin. However, instead of dying, she wakes up back at age twelve with her memories of her previous life intact. Enrolled at the academy once more, she sets about exacting revenge on those who ostracized, assaulted, and ultimately murdered her. But she didn't expect that in this life, she'd cross paths with Cledwyn Maindulante, the cunning future ruler of the north. As a determined Neris sets out to make her enemies suffer―and prevent her murder―will Cledwyn turn out to be a dangerous foe, or her closest ally ever?************************************************Noticed*- The translation isn't accurate and the language used is considered informal or “messy”.- It's recommended to add this to your reading list to stay updated.- Readers are encouraged to support the original creators by purchasing the official version when it's available.- There are links provided to support the translator financially.- Readers are asked to enjoy the fan translation quietly and avoid causing any trouble or seeking attention.That's all, happy reading everyone!

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.