MTL - Transmigrating Into A Cannon Fodder - Chapter 35 :show off

[Character Deleted.]I deleted the character I had been raising for over 5 years.To finally defeat the final boss of Demon Fantasy—the one I could never quite beat.For the sake of defeating ‘Baal’.“…I can just start over. I can do it.”And then…[Special reward has been granted!]“What? A mythic-tier trait?”The perfect opportunity had arrived.“This time, for sure!”I’ll raise the strongest mage and take down Baal!At least, that’s what I thought when—[Welcome to Demon Fantasy.]I found myself inside a world teeming with 666 kinds of demons.And I had the ‘special reward’ I just received!“…Fine. Let’s see who wins this.”I was confident.After all, I’ve been a veteran of this game for 10 years.

In the age of fragmented reading, the warm love life with healing power is well received by readers. Gu Weiyi, is warm, good at study, and handsome. He is tender, caring, good at cooking and can even warm the bed. It is the love life between Gu Weiyi and Momo. Gu tries all means to win Momo’s love, while Momo is slow in love.

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Master martial artists were beings that no one can obstruct. A martial arts expert has been reborn into the body of a genius whose cultivation has been abolished and has been abandoned by a woman. Therefore, he starts cultivating the art of Xing Yi Quan, producing a solar system within his dantian. His innate talent tramples over all the geniuses, and even the geniuses among geniuses.

His powerful spirit and ruthless and ambitious nature, no matter who he is reborn into, will never change! Slaughter is instinctive, being cold-blooded is his personality, exterminating an entire family is only a means towards a goal, cruelty means infamy, and chasing after women… is just an interest.

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The dojo is located in Yunzhong Mountain, and there are halls and fields.

Sitting under the ginkgo tree in leisure time, looking at the dust and clouds in the distance,

Hoe the ground and listen to the sound of springs, forge swords by the fire,

Food and clothing are up to oneself and God,

I don’t know the end of the cold year;

When the robbery comes, you have to go to the lower reaches of the mountain to watch the bitterness and sweetness of the world.

It’s hard to keep injustice in your eyes, and you don’t like to show it in front of others.

The gourd of wine at the waist is deep, and the light of the sword behind the back is cold,

Not for fame, not for money,

Be a free spirit.

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