MTL - The Female Supporting Role is Super Strong But Took the Love Brain Script - Chapter 67 (1)

The once greatest Saint underneath the heavens has been reborn after one hundred years. He cultivates with mighty skills, and he fights to once again reach the top of the world!

[Host, host, I am the System, I can help you conquer the world and the witches with various personalities.]Xi Mu: Hmm... Isn't this an action game? When do we start slashing?[Right... This is an action game, but I suggest that the host also try to seduce the witches along the way, there are generous rewards.]Xi Mu: What rewards?[Of course, the perfect romantic experience!]Xi Mu: No need, I've already played through the romance plotlines. Now I just want to go on a rampage and speedrun the game.][...]

Life was going well, but his wife suddenly filed for divorce, with a firm attitude.

Lu Huai’an was puzzled and even annoyed.

He supported a large family on a few acres of land, and he supported his parents in the old age, and no one could tell the difference.

Why is she so dissatisfied?

If he could do it all over again, he wouldn’t listen to the old man’s words and stay in the village, and he wouldn’t be able to make a lot of money with his back facing the loess.

The eldest daughter was getting married soon, and he was annoyed when he thought about it in the middle of the night if his son-in-law was not good.

The second daughter had to pay for a college anyway, and she couldn’t find a job after graduating from junior high school.

The youngest daughter will go abroad if she wants to, so as to save her life from going through old accounts all day long.

The important thing is that he definitely won’t marry this woman, he has to change to someone who is obedient and beautiful.

The result opened his eyes.

He went back to his wedding day.

【80s/Daily/Shuangwen】

- Description from novelbuddy

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”