MTL - I Am A Boss Mommy That Wants To Slack - Chapter 50 Shen Ruojing, I'm covering!

“Even if this universe is truly nothing more than a brutal bloody shadowy forest, we Cultivators will burn all that we have just to give off a single weak flickering spark in the darkness!

No matter how weak each spark is, how short-lived, how small… As long as the sparks flow unabated, then one day one of those sparks will light some tinder, and that tinder shall light some fallen branches, and those branches shall set ablaze each and every last tree of the forest!

In the end, even the smallest sparks will eventually set the shadowy forest ablaze, and illuminate the whole world!”

In a world teeming with cultivators, Li Yao, who makes his living collecting scrap metal, encounters the soul of a titan powerhouse from forty thousand years in the past.

- Description from novelupdates

Her wedding had also become her funeral.
Her stepsister and her fianc�� had gotten together at some point in time. It turned out that they had been the ones who had done it all along. She had been disfigured, raped, plagiarized, and her father had died in an accident.. All of this.. It turned out that they were the ones who had done it all.
She really regretted trusting the wrong person and misunderstanding the person who loved her... ...
After being reborn, she returned to her high school days.
She became a Straight-a student, won a grand prize, fought against the stepsister, confessed to the scumbag, and got lost. Her sister's lies were all broken. Faced with the shadow of rape, she came to recruit them. The chicken was braised with mushrooms, and a grand party was held. She made a name for herself. She was strong. She opened a shop, bought land, and earned a lot of money to be a boss But in front of him, she was a little woman that he doted on.
"Hei di, madam ran out again. She said she wanted to earn a lot of money to buy milk powder. "
Blue veins popped up on the man's forehead. "Here it comes again. Bring her back and open a bank for her. "

Tangtang's greatest dream is to live a simple life with the people he loves the most, but even at an early age, he soon learned that life was never meant to be easy.His parents abandoned him to marry their new love.His boyfriend, whom he loved for five years, cheated and left him for his half-brother.Friends whom he genuinely treated like family mock and gossip behind his back.And the one person who had ever genuinely loved him, his grandmother, passed away because he was unable to provide her with the necessary medication.At the end, all the people he loved had left and abandoned him.What is he working for? Why does he need to study hard? Why does he need to suffer?Everything turned dull and became a regular routine for him to continue living.Until he learned to play around, the only excitement in his mundane life was having sex with different strangers that he met at a bar once a week.Unacceptable? Disgusting?Yes!But he started to get addicted to the warmth and sweetness that he could feel once in a while from people he didn't even know the names of.Is this the life he dreamed of?No.He knew that this was not the life he was supposed to have.He tried to oppose this so-called fate, but the more he did, the worse his life got.As the days and years passed, he started to accept this cycle.Until one day, he woke up in a new world.Is this a second chance bestowed upon him to achieve his dream?________________________.English is not my first language.Kindly comment if there is a wrong grammar or spelling.Thank you.Update Schedule: Tuesday & Friday

What's the book about? It is about Demonic Cultivation!, If you cannot handle it, Please don't read it.Synopsis:When Song Wen killed the frail beggar who fought him over food and consumed his blood and soul, every cell in his body leaped with excitement. His spirit was exhilarated, and he realized then that his life would henceforth be filled with slaughter. For survival, for longevity, he would spare no effort, even if it meant creating mountains of corpses and seas of blood.