MTL - The Father of Superheroes - Chapter 12 1 half, 1 half, 1 half

Time travel to become a false widow, with a little bun beside her.

The parents-in-law were unkind, and the sister-in-law was tricky, so they jointly poisoned her to death.

Dong Yue was reborn. Faced with such a tragic situation, she was too lazy to entangle with these beasts and wanted to take Baozi away.

***

The general knelt down to intercede for the guilty minister: “He was framed.”

Everyone sighed: the general is kind.

Dong Yuezhi: He was the one who framed him.

The general ran to imprison the prince: “The prince will not do anything rebellious.”

Everyone sighed: The general is upright.

Dong Yuezhi: Running around is true, just to let the prince be convicted of the crime.

***

He is the only one who is sincere to her.

“Yueyue, I’m stupid, I can’t say good things, I will protect you for the rest of my life.”

“Stupid mouth?” With a simple and honest face, his mouth turned up and down, making people never turn over, “General, stop pretending!”

He restrained his simple and honest expression, and his eyes were deep and burning: “You are the person I love the most!”

[He has killed countless enemies and achieved countless battles, until he met her, and her every move touched his heart]

[She is versatile, there is nothing she can’t solve, but this man has become a candy that can’t be shaken off]

- Description from novelbuddy

After the gold medal teacher, Sun Mo of the city’s No. 2 Middle School, fell into the water, he transmigrated to Tang Guo, Zhongzhou Academy and became a newly graduated intern teacher. Sun Mo bound the Peerless Master System, turning waste into little geniuses. Under Sun Mo’s guidance, the little children became masters after one year, passed emperor level after three years, and attempted god level after five years.

A High School Boy without friends, Odamori Tooru reincarnated into a Fantasy World after a bus accident on a School Field Trip. The job that was drawn 『Slavemancer』a Cheat occupation that dominates the minds of other.

On the way to a company workshop, we fell into a world of immortal cultivators while still in the car.

Those with spiritual roots and unique abilities were all called to join cultivation sects, living prosperously.

But I, having neither spiritual roots nor special abilities, lived as an ordinary mortal for 50 years, complying with fate until my death.

That’s what I thought.

Until I regressed.