My Summons Are Mythical Beasts - Chapter 134: Sylvia’s Visit

(Marriage in place + silly wife + vest + sweet pet + strong man and strong woman + pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger)

After a calculation, she had to marry her sister, who was rumored to be blind and lame, and could not live beyond the age of thirty.

Later, everyone in the capital knew that the powerful Mo family, Mo Yuchen, married a fool and spoiled her.

someday.

The foolish girl leaned against the man’s arms, touched the man’s Adam’s apple and said, “There are rumors in the capital that you married a fool. Do you want me to show them my vest? Block their mouths?”

The man grabbed her small hand and put his arms around her small waist, his Adam’s apple rolled, and his voice was hoarse and too low, “Little Luoluo, be nice~ The vest is not in a hurry, there are more important things right now.”

“What’s up?”

A stupid girl is puzzled.

“Deadly thing.”

After speaking, the man hugged her by the waist.

If you want to show your vest, go dream!

He didn’t want his wife to be missed!

- Description from novelbuddy

“Obtaining the topmost degree of talent in sword arts in the world requires giving up 72 years of lifespan, which leaves you with only five more years of your life. At the same time, you will never be able to feel love, kinship, and friendship, and you’ll end up leading a lonely life until your death, unable to procreate, or to have any descendants.

“From now onwards, everything related to happiness in the human world shall no longer be of your concern. Are you willing to accept this?”

“Hahahaha, I’m already alone bereft of all support, my hopes dashed to pieces, shouldering only absolutely irreconcilable grudge and hatred, why would I disagree? Why would I not want it? I couldn’t ask for anything better!!”

His sword sweeps across the Divine Continent for seven days and nights, moving 90,000 miles through the starry skies, unhindered.

He slays saints and buddhas in Heaven, slaughters demons and devils in Hell, sweeping away all the grievances in his heart.

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!”

A master assassin transmigrates into an interstellar era.