MTL - The CEO Is Cold During The Day, And Wants Kisses At Night! - Chapter 503 Unscrupulous scumbag

This book is about baby-making.

Ling Yihan arrived in the Wuxia world of “Heavenly Sword,” where he mastered the Nine Suns Divine Art, seized six Holy Fire Orders, and obtained the Imperial Jade Seal.Through system tasks, he acquired the Bridal Garment Divine Skill, Bright Jade Skill, Spirit Link Finger, and many other extraordinary techniques…Ji Xiaofu: “Your fingers… they can actually hold my sword…”Dai Qisi: “How is it that his martial arts are so similar to our Persian techniques…”Yin Susu: “My mosquito whiskers are useless against him…”Fan Yao: “His moves are even more bizarre than mine…”Qingyi Bat King: “My speed can’t match his…”Xuanming Elders: “Even the combined power of our Xuanming Divine Palm can’t withstand his Nine Suns Divine Art…”Zhang Sanfeng: “Ling, my friend, your Move the Flower and Connect the Jade technique is just as powerful as my Tai Chi fist…”Feilu.com reminds you: This novel and its characters are purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.

It tells a poignant love story. He was the most heroic man in history, and before his death he sang a sad song about a woman; she was the most charming woman in history, and before her death she danced a story about steadfast love. The story of the two had no beginning, only an ending of parting in death. After his death, he became a demon for her, and fought fiercely with the immortals of the three realms. After he was killed, his unique seven souls were hidden in various places by the immortals; she became a ghost for him, and before she passed away, she smashed Meng Po's soup bowl, and her soul flew away. Even so, he still vowed to subvert the three realms, find her in the next reincarnation, and marry her, even if it took a thousand years.

Until he became the lowest-ranked master, his lonely and luckless life never changed.

Suddenly one day, a descendant injected him with a nanomachine, and the machine started ‘speaking’ to him.

“What? What are you talking about?”

This was beyond the boy’s knowledge, he turned pale.

The Nanomachine linked to his cerebrum realized the User was not understanding a single word it said.

“Who are you, and why are you doing this to me?”

“Nano Mashin?”

The boy’s face hardened.

Mashin was the deity the Mashin Religion worshipped, along with the Sacred Fire.

The religions’ Master communicated with Mashin.

“Um, are you really Mashin?”

The boy knelt down and asked with a trembling voice. At this, the Nanomachine attached to his cerebrum realized it had been misunderstood.