MTL - The Old Gods Are Whispering - Chapter 2 he's mentally ill

In the future timeline, Humankind had developed things that brought a revolution to the world. But their best invention was fully immersive VR games that became more and more advanced as time passed. They could create new worlds— in virtual reality, that was more beautiful and profound than the real world they lived in.

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.

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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.

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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]

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Let someone else go to war, you, lucky Austria, go get married! What the god of war can give you, the god of love can also give you.

The smoke of the Napoleonic Wars has dissipated, and the Vienna system that once brought peace to Europe is riddled with holes. Beneath the seemingly peaceful appearance, there is a vortex of the times with undercurrents, the tranquility before the storm.

The air is filled with the steaming mist of sweat, and the choking black smoke makes it hard to breathe. On the elegant dining table, a group of soldiers and fat men in suits are pushing each other, feasting on the feast called the world, hanging on the wall Van Gogh’s self-portrait with waltz in his ears.

Suddenly the music turned into a march, and the picture also turned to the battlefield. Soldiers marched in a neat line, walking towards the machine gun barbed wire.

A shell fell on the ground, and after the smoke passed, countless cavalry rushed to the artillery position.

Accompanied by a loud noise, a wooden plane flew close to the ground, then pulled up rapidly, broke through the clouds, and shone brightly.

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