My Atypical Wolf (BL) - Chapter 115

The challenges a female cultivator had to overcome on her life journey were countless.

The ancient Buddha's head was stolen by a monster with a human body and a sheep's head.The Ghost buried an eye in the Buddha's temple, and from then on, the world's fire was extinguished, and darkness engulfed the continent.To combat the Ghost' invasion, the gods of day and night were born between heaven and earth.This is a narrative passed down for generations by storytellers.What was the true nature of the ancient Buddha, the Ghost, and the wandering gods of day and night on the once great continent?Perhaps, traces can be found in a troupe named 'Zhou Family Troupe.'The Zhou Family Troupe,is a troupe that performs operas specifically for the dead...

Due to the abnormal arrangement of her sixth chromosome, she became a legend in genetic medicine. This is because her vision and hearing are 21 times greater than those of a normal human, while her running, jumping, and arm strength are 33 times stronger, and her regenerative and self-healing abilities are as high as 84 times those of a normal person. However, her father hated her, and people around her disliked her, regarding her as a monster.However, he was the only one who would like to be friends with her. He is the sickly yet most drop-dead gorgeous man in the entire imperial capital. Three steps will make him pant as if he'd just finished a full marathon, and taking five steps was enough to make him cough like a chain-smoker.It is said that one would easily forget the beautiful people of the world upon laying eyes on him.She said, “This pretty boy belongs to me.”

“Are you my knight?” The silver-haired youth looked at the blonde girl before him and asked, his cheeks flushed red. This was their first encounter when he was only ten years of age.

“Are you my bride?” He held her in his arms, embraced the girl who had accompanied him for ten years straight. He was sixteen years of age.

“Are you my king?” He knelt before the throne, smiling foolishly as he looked at the girl holding the sword victoriously. At this moment, he looked like the boy he was when they first met.

“I’m fine without having eyes for you. The entirety of Camelot is for your taking.” Smiling soft and gently, he gave his eyes to the girl who lost her eyes due to the curse of the red dragon. He doesn’t regret it, he thinks. He was twenty years of age.

“So… Arthur… Artoria Pendragon, are you willing… are you willing to spend the rest of your life with me?” His voice was soft and clear as he reached out to touch her hand.

This was their legend.

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