MTL - They Are Not Human! - Chapter 221 real world

Su Yan adored Xie Yu for many years and finally got what she wanted, but Xie Yu ran away on the wedding day, making her a laughing stock. At that time, Bai Xingfan appeared in front of her. He held a black umbrella in his skeletal hand to shield her from the heavy rain, and the other hand stretched out in front of her with a gentle and determined voice: “Don’t be afraid, still With me.” Su Yan was stunned with tears in her eyes for a long time, and finally, she reached out to Bai Xingfan.

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Yang Yang starved to death once, so after rebirth, he had only one wish: food and clothing.

However, in the blink of an eye, Yang Yang heard his uncle say that he had to cut open his stomach to take out the eggs.

Yang Yang: … I advise you to be kind.

In order to protect himself, Yang Yang found out the identity of the father from the birth center, and he embarked on a road of no return.

Yang Yang: Duke, your family is in my hand.

A young unmarried duke: ? ? ?

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Nanaya traveled to the Naruto world and survived the Uchiha genocide incident.As long as he sleeps, he can become stronger and invincible.After accumulating 60,000 hours of sleep, Nanaya opened the Sharingan and activated the ability of the Ice Fruit.Itachi: I didn't find his existence on the night of the extermination. Who is it?Sasuke: Nanaya, my Amaterasu's black flames can burn all visible objects, otherwise they won't go out.Next second!“What, Nanaya, you guy, actually froze my black flames.”Pain: That guy just slept for a second in the gap between Shinra Tensei, and the power to wake up is above me.Madara: I can't dance in front of that man.Kaguya Otsutsuki: My world of ice can't even live up to that sentence, ahhhhh!Uchiha Nanaya, with a pair of Mangekyo Sharingan, changes the past and reverses the future.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.