MTL - Reborn National Male God: Jiu Shao, Please Advise! - Chapter 2378 Your eightfold mirror has fallen (82)

Ruan Qiuqiu had transmigrated into a cannon fodder that had the same name as her in the novel, Sweet Pampering in Ancient Times: Demon King Husband, Please Spare Me

Right now, there were two paths before her:

Option 1: Continue playing the role of the supporting female character. After a few rounds of being faceslapped by the female lead, she would die tragically in the beast tide.

Option 2: For the sake of the tribe having enough salt, marry the wolf tribe’s former chief, a fierce wolf demon that was disfigured, crippled, and possibly had personality issues.

Ruan Qiuqiu chose the second option without hesitation. She rather go live a peaceful and ambitious-free life than compete with the female lead over some guy.

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Due to a mishap, Mr. Big Bad Wolf, who had the blood of fiends in him, had become disfigured, crippled, and blind.

He was on the verge of death and his tribe had abandoned him. When he fell to the state of being so hungry that he was gnawing on ice…

The young bride, who his tribe had exchanged 300 catties of salt for, carefully walked to his side and covered his ugly damaged body with an animal hide.

She softly called him, “Husband?”

Being a book lover, Luna has always wished that if there was a next life, she would be transmigrated to one of the genres she loves to read about. It was just a wish though, but who would have thought it would happen so soon?!Reverse Harem - Check! Super handsome and hot men - Check! Being rich and pretty - Check!But are there really no take backs for a seemingly perfect life?

Everyone in the world of cultivating immortals knows that Immortal Venerable Moon Lin is arrogant and arrogant, shining like the moonlight, but he is helpless and cold, rejecting people thousands of miles away.
In this regard, Mu Chuihan himself has something to say.
Hundreds of years of high-cold people assume that he is tired of playing, and is preparing to let go of himself and change his body to play in the world.
However, it seemed that something went wrong with the avatar that he squeezed by himself – it turned out to be a top-level furnace body waiting for auction.
Mu Chuihan: So exciting.
At the auction, for the price of ten thousand gold, he was put into a golden cage as a gift and given to Lord Tingyun Ye Tingjiang.
Before seeing Ye Tingjiang, Mu Chuihan: Forget it, forget it, die together, change body and become a hero again.
After seeing Ye Tingjiang, Mu Chuihan’s eyes lit up.
“Xianjun is so handsome.”
“Can Xianjun have a marriage match?”
“Come, come, come, come, come, the top furnace cauldron, the old man is not deceived, who knows who uses it!”

Attack angle
Ye Tingjiang hated two types of people in his life. One was like the moon approaching immortals, and his eyes were higher than those of the top born. The two were like furnaces and cauldrons, who didn’t think about making progress and served people with colors.
Helpless to the latter, he eats the marrow and knows the taste, and gradually develops pity
Until one day he found out that the two were actually the same person
Ye Tingjiang: Over the years, it was a mistake!

Attack everywhere except sexual orientation × Gao Leng people are designed to be accepted by nature

1. The subject is very strong, the level of the top of the Xiuxian world, if you don’t upgrade, you will be crushed at the beginning
2. Tianwen is not cruel, there is no crematorium, Gong is an honest and good person, not scumbag, and has a mentality for the old father who hates iron and steel.

Content tags: Strong and strong, happy enemies, heaven’s favored son, immortals and cultivators
Search keywords: Protagonist: Mu Chuihan (Fuyan), Ye Tingjiang ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others:
One-sentence introduction: Tea of ​​Gaoling fell in love with me
Purpose: Reject false characters, accept yourself, and treat people with sincerity

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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!”