MTL - Martial Arts From Bandits - Chapter 191 The knife will not be sealed tonight! (Just added an update for the young master)

Xu Nange got married, but she didn’t know that her husband who fell from the sky was actually the richest man!

One is an illegitimate daughter who has never been exposed to the public. She has been crawling around since she was a child, struggling to survive.

One is the proud son of heaven, aloof.

The status of the two people was very different. Everyone was waiting for Xu Nange to be kicked out. But when they waited, they only waited for a circle of friends from the richest man:

“Honey, can you not get a divorce?”

Crowd:? ?

[Strong female, vest, boss, strong showdown, 1V1]

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Zhang Beixuan, who transmigrated into a parallel world, became a Daoist Purple Robed Celestial Master.Before the old Celestial Master passed away, he arranged a marriage for him, instructing him to share his bridal chamber with a thousand-year-old fox spirit.As Zhang Beixuan was utterly confused about the meaning of this, the next day, he received the fox spirit’s dowry and marriage contract.Ding! The Daoist Prosperity System has been activated. Since the host has bound to it for the first time, it offers a divine-level choice once!Option One: Refuse the thousand-year fox spirit face-to-face and self-castrate, making it clear that he will never agree to the bridal chamber. Reward: [Fiercest Celestial Master Plaque] [Thousand-Year Fox Spirit Essence]Option Two: Escape now, never to return to the mountains, with the reward of [Top-Quality Youthful Essence, Maintaining Vitality and Power, Cultivation Speed of a Thousand Miles in a Day] .Option Three: Who cares about fox spirits, snake spirits, or female ghosts? If I don’t enter hell, who will? Reward: [Savior of All Beings Title] [Hundred-Year Cultivation] [Golden Light Spell Max Level] [Celestial Master Daoist Robe]Zhang Beixuan looked at the options and silently picked up the dowry on the ground.“Let it be a fox spirit, at least she’s a female.”

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