MTL - More Than A Few Blessings - Chapter 43

In the beginning, he said, “A lowly commoner from Jiangning County? What a disgraceful status, I won't marry her!”After meeting her, he clicked his tongue, “So frail and delicate, she can't stand a blow, too weak, I refuse!”When she approached him alone, carrying the marriage book, he stood leaning on the door, grinning insolently, “Are you here to make me marry you? But this young master doesn’t want to marry young!”Upon learning she was there to annul their marriage, his face turned dark as a thunderstorm, emanating a murderous aura, “Who gave you the guts to revoke the marriage with this young master?”...Su Rong felt, Duanhua Princess must be blind, this man was so pampered and spoiled, how was he worth dying or living for?If she had known earlier, she would have thrown the divorce letter at his face the first time she saw him.—————————————The tender signs of spring on the delicate Hibiscus pillow, amidst the drunken flowers filling the room, unnoticed. — Su Rong.A gallant young man in fine clothes and on a steed, a single glance causes a lifetime of confusion. — Zhou GuYour wish is my wish. I wish to have known you earlier, protect you among the aromatic chambers strewn with brocades. Tear through the illusions, cut down the thorns, with hands unstained by blood, just as pure as you were when we first met, the young and soft little girl.Your wish is my wish. I wish I had known you sooner when you were like a refreshing breeze near the moon. I dared not approach for fear of disturbing the phoenix and mandarin ducks. Praying to be the moon in the sky to cast a reflection on you, accompany you while you watch the flowers bloom in the spring and gaze at the snow in winter, each and every year at Chang'an.

[Rebirth + Era + Space + Getting Rich + Counterattack Face-Slapping]Waking up, Su Yuanyuan found herself in a time of famine. Looking at the bird-poor environment, she felt like she could die again to escape back.But why does this thought give her a splitting headache?Want to hang herself, but the safety rope brought from her space would break on its own?Thinking of jumping into the river, and she gets pulled out just after jumping in?Alright, better to live stubbornly than to die well. She has a space, can farm, and doesn't fret over food or clothing. Heaven, the 'father', offers conveniences, making life pleasantly good!However, that handsome guy who always forces her to work, I'm only ten years old, is it really okay for you to look at me with such deep affection?

Every person is born different; all of creation has a hundred faces.Some are born foolish, some are born wise. Some are extraordinarily gifted, while others are hopelessly mediocre.Yi Beidou was born a demon.But he was lucky. He met his master, Hong Datong, who taught him the “Free Heart Technique.”With 7 needles in his body for 20 years, he has finally been able to control himself.“For twenty years, I kept my head bowed and my nature restrained. Today, I can finally raise my eyes to see the world and truly be myself.”

Corvin Blackmoor was a man carved by war and betrayal.From the blood soaked deserts of Afghanistan to the shadowed corridors of British Intelligence, he served and watched ideals crumble into lies.Patriotism. Honor. Loyalty.He buried them all long before a Quds Force assassin silenced his final breath.But death was only the beginning.Dragged from the ruins of a dying world, Corvin awakens in Valtheris. A savage world ruled by magic, where gods are myths, and survival is written in blood.He is no longer human.He is the last of the Dark Parasytes, an extinct race once so feared that every kingdom, every empire, and every mage order hunted them to extinction.Armed with Shadow Siphon, the power to replicate the strengths of others, Corvin stands alone at the bottom of an alien food chain.Weaker than a wild beast, with enemies and predators lurking in every forest, every court, every throne.Weakness is temporary, patience is eternal.In a world fractured by ancient wars, between noble Elves, scheming Demons, ruthless Humans, primal Feralis and Aetherborn Corvin will climb.He will feast. He will conquer.And in the shadows of Valtheris, the last predator will rise.No gods. No masters.Only the cold ambition of a man who has nothing left to believe in… but power itself.