MTL - Martial Dao of Longevity: I Use Qi and Blood To Add Points Infinitely - Chapter 130 Entering the realm of emperors, climbing to the top of the wilderness, no one in the world knows the king

The prostitute of the Feng family was actually reduced to living in a haunted house.

At first, everyone thought that she would cry, make trouble, and hang herself, but she was quiet every day, without making noise, and set up a fortune-telling stall to earn living expenses.

A few months later, everyone in the Feng family invited her back.

She smiled and shook her head. Going back to the Feng family, there are no female ghosts to do housework.

Behind him, Lord Wei, who is the master of the city, aggressively embraced his fiancée in his arms, “My wife is timid, don’t scare her.”

All the ghosts who were caught, “Are you talking nonsense?”

Just when everyone was waiting for Master Wei to cancel his marriage with his nominal fiancée, they actually waited for the news of their engagement.

Outside the nickname, Master Wei married Miss Feng’s family.

Impossible, Mr. Wei is ascetic, mysterious and low-key, never letting women come within one meter of him.

Master Wei was full of smiles, “Nian Nian, where do you want to go to catch ghosts tonight?”

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When the night came, there was a twittering sound in his ears, and the monster in the shadows began to move restlessly. Jason’s hungry stomach began to roar, and he couldn’t help swallow his saliva. Hunger was the best spur.

This novel is also known as Mr. Mayor Please Be Kind

She is an old spinster of average status. He is young and powerful, achieving status as a high ranking official of River City within a span of just a few years. She had a deep love, but being unable to endure the harsh reality of life, she left. He had also loved once before, but he had been suffered betrayal from his girlfriend and friends, he delayed his marriage.

Having exchanged a few coincidental glances with him, she mistakenly assumed him to be her blind date, and without asking any other questions, she directly inquired him: “Do you want to come with me to get a card (marriage book)?”

He recognized this woman, and holding her with a feeling that was neither love nor hate, pleasure replacing surprise, he nodded: “I’m free in the afternoon!” He had not corrected her.

As per martial business, she offered him an agreement, calmly stating: She will agree to roll the bed sheet once a week! He quietly raised an eyebrow, mouth half-smiling, and flamboyantly signed his name. So because of this agreement…

“Wife, it’s late, let’s get some rest,” the man stated. The woman looked in to his eyes, nodded, and turned off the bedside lamp. In the darkness, a pair of large hands probed into her clothes, caressing her skin like satin. It was a beautiful night.

On the second night: “Wife, it’s late, let’s get some rest, ” the man stated. The woman looked in to his eyes, nodded, turned off the bedside lamp and lay down to sleep. His dark, large hand reached up to her again and slid into her clothes, probing her smooth skin until it was then suddenly caught.

“What are you doing? ” the woman asked coldly.

”There is a marital agreement to fulfill! ” the man said, take it for granted, and then pressed on top of the woman. It was a spectacular night.

The next morning, the woman who was brimming with an aching waist and grief, came out from the study room with eyes wide open, angrily said: “Su Yicheng, you crafty Official!”

The agreement read: marriage, rest once a week!

Love after marriage, warm and spoiled.

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It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.