MTL - The Sweet Little Fulang - Chapter 161

Have you heard stories of love, love that would never waver for years, decades, centuries or even millenniums to come?But can you really call it love?To keep loving someone forever and ever can't be anything less than crazy, can it?This is one such story.A story of a crazy love.And it's also a story of ...Someone somewhere who wished to be saved.Someone somewhere who wished to be free.Someone somewhere who wished to be able to someday make a wish.It's a story that was supposed to be a fairytale but it turned too ugly, too twisted, and far too wretched to be called one.

Chuang Shi Shen created a system world in Boredom, where thousands of NPCs travel in various time and space to help the host fulfill his wish. Bei Qiu is one of the NPCs, an NPC whose teeth are stuck in cold water. She protested that NPCs also need to have love, affection, meme, and papapa! Someone directly threw her into the female supporting role strategy system! One of the most difficult and cheating system! Bei Qiu said: “Leader, I am with you, can you hold your hand high?” Zhong Yexuan said: Get out. Raiders president, Raiders monk, why did she become the zombie king? Do you want to attack the orcs who can solve their animal desires anywhere? She said no!

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He doesn’t know why his mind has been transferred into that of a petty thief named Soran within the VRMMO . The new ‘Soran’ though possesses both the body’s previous occupant’s memories and his own. Using his experience as a Legendary Rogue who had reached the apex known as the Realm of Legends, he will now have to survive in this world which had once been a game to him.

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.