MTL - Rebirth of Hong Kong 1981 - Chapter 2 fiancée

Yang Dai, who was reborn in the third year of high school, was forced to enter the [Deep Domain] before he could be happy.

This is a world where gods and gods reappear and demons eat and kill mortals!

Myths are revived, animals and plants have been transformed into demons, foreign ghosts have invaded, and the status of human beings as the ruler of the earth is at stake. At this time, the mysterious [Deep Domain] came to the earth in the form of virtual games, bringing hope to mankind.

Yang Dai entered the deep domain to gain the ability to control the soul. Based on the concept of wretched development, he wanted to be a soul summoner, and he planned to form an army of souls first, and then explore the deep domain.

Unparalleled talent, the peerless genius of the dynasty!

The unparalleled demon king who is wreaking havoc on the world!

Covering the sky with one hand, the Patriarch of the Demon Dao who presses the right way!

When Yang Dai’s soul army appeared more and more terrifying names that shocked all beings in the two worlds, he also won the honorary title of Megatron.

Soul Master!

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Voice Actor gong x Musical Actor shou

This is a story about ‘learning how to fly again after the wings of your dreams are broken.’

This is also a story about ‘how to love others and also love yourself.’

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Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”