MTL - Dragon-Blooded War God - v3 Chapter 181 Fight together!

Being raised by witches wasn't the end!It was the beginning for Menma's life as he had to deal with humans that hate the witches.And also travel across different dimensions to fight against unnatural beings that threatened his family.----------------------------------------------------Author here : if you enjoy reading a fresh unique new story, give mine a go.If you like it... perfectif you don't... tell me what i can do to improve itenjoy ;)

Zhou Leng was once a martial arts genius yet since being attacked by demons half a year ago he has gained no progress in his cultivation.The turning point comes when he heads into the mountain to find his dog, where a majestic tree seems to heal his injuries.“What if that unknown otherworld is a demon lair...”As Zhou Leng hesitates, a vast white shadow of the Frost Giant Tree flashes in the depths of his eyes.“What was I thinking just now?”

After waking up, everyone will travel through a wasteland world, and the survivors will face various challenges such as acid rain, extreme cold, extreme heat and mutant creatures.Every corner holds unknown dangers, and the survivors have to adapt to this harsh environment. To withstand natural disasters, the survivors must build their own shelters in this dangerous land, stockpile enough water and resources to survive before the disaster strikes.While others struggle daily to gather rotten scraps and fight over limited supplies, fear and desperation slowly spread through the wasteland.Vikram Parker awakened a plant system.While others are scraping for a little bit of food, Vikram can cultivate crops. While survivors reinforce their shelters with fragile wood and broken metal, he grows living walls of vines and sturdy thornwood. His plants can bear fruits, purify water, and gradually transform barren land into fertile soil.As the regional chat fills with panic before every incoming disaster, Vikram calmly harvests fresh vegetables inside his green sanctuary. Looking at the endless cries for help and warnings of starvation, he can’t help but think.Surviving in the apocalypse isn’t that hard.

The night before we obtained our marriage certificate, I asked him, “When did you start to develop feelings for me?”

He answered, “I don’t remember.”

“But, why me?”

“Why not you?”

“I’m very petty, and I get jealous very easily.”

“So am I.”

“I’m afraid I’m not worthy of you.”

“So am I.”

“I haven’t really dated, so I don’t know what love is.”

“I don’t know either.”

He held my hand gently, “But I know this. When I think about spending the rest of my life with you, I feel that my future is filled with hope.”

At 16, we used the same class desk, with less than 10cm between our arms. My peripheral vision was full of him.

At 26, I woke up in the morning, and saw the sunlight softly shining on his face. I thought, this is how I want to grow old – gradually, together, with him.

I guess this must be love.