MTL - The Strategy of Washing Clean a Slag Shou - Chapter 13

The apocalyptic girl Lin Xiaoyue transmigrated into the body of an ancient peasant girl.

The owner of the new body, Daddy, had just passed away, and the family of three was driven to a dilapidated house on the edge of the village by their own grandmother. Looking at the tragic appearance of the cowardly mother and the little radish head, Lin Xiaoyue decided to live a good life with one big and one small.

Fortunately, her space ring and spiritual ability also followed, and with spiritual influence, she was relaxed and comfortable to tear the best.

Well, there is no big man in the family who always wants to bully him without opening his eyes? If she buys one, it won’t work! As a result, when she picked the slave farm, she found out the captain she had a crush on in her previous life!

Ah, she loves this antiquity so much! There are no zombies, no need to go hungry, there are relatives and lovers! She wants to live happily!

This is a story about a small cannon fodder who lived a prosperous life in ancient times. This article is male and female, and there is no Virgin (including the mistress).

This article sets: 1 tael of silver = 1,000 taels, 1 tael of money = 1 yuan in the 21st century, and 1 catty = 10 taels. Overhead, no peasants, industrial and commercial classes are divided.

In addition, “The Rebirth of the Apocalypse in the End of the World” and “I Have a Medicine Field Space in the End Times” have been completed. Welcome to read! Ask for a ticket, okay~~~

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——”You like to peek at your sister’s game so much?”
——”No, narcissist.”
——”Oh. Then… why is the support ring in your hand marked with my name?”
Wen Qi—competition leader, captain of the school’s women’s basketball team, president of the student union. Everyone in Entai No. 1 Middle School knows the name Wen Qi.
But Bian Qian hates Wen Qi very much.
In the second year of high school, the arts and sciences were divided into classes, and the two of them were assigned to the same class by accident. Bian Qian became the class monitor, and inevitably came into contact with Wen Qi.
Early self-study:
Wen Qi: “Master squad leader, how do you pronounce this word?”
Bian smiled slightly: “There are notes below.”
Afternoon self-study:
Wen Qi: “Sir, I don’t have the test paper with me, can I read one with you?”
Bian smiled slightly: “Did you eat the test paper I just handed out?”
Evening self-study:
Wen Qi: “Sir, monitor, I don’t know how to do this question, please teach me.”
Bian Qian looked at the basic question, and screamed in his heart: You got 149 in the fucking math test, ask me what 1+1 equals?
After school:
Wen Qi: “Ban…”
Bian Qian: “Get lost!”
Bian Qian thought that she and Wen Qi had met for the first time, but she didn’t know that this encounter was actually a reunion that Wen Qi had planned for a long time.
Bian Qian×Wen Qi 1v1
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Content tags: strong, soft spot, match made in heaven, campus
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She was an unprecedented assassin, a trump card deadly agent, but transmigrated through into Ye City’s number one prodigious good-for-nothing young miss. I am an ugly woman? I will break out from my cocoon into a gorgeous butterfly that will blind your snobbish eyes! I am useless piece of heap? Lightning in my hands, I will smite you to a well-cooked crisp!Her greed and lust for money had no end. She is lewd to the core with no bottom in sight, sworn to have love fortunes blossom all around her. However, a certain someone holding a blade in the left hand and a sword in the right hand began cutting those love fortunes one by one! The person smiled with perked brows, “Little Ninth, it looks like I have to let you become occupied!”

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.