My Fantastic Chef Wife - Chapter 215 - Potatoes and Trees

Xiao Chen, “the waste” of Xiao clan, had his engagement to the Young Lady of the Yang clan renounced.

And when he arrived at the sect that sympathized with him and took him in, he found corpses strewn all over the place and a mist of blood in the air. The sect was exterminated by a mysterious group that was looking for the ‘Wind Spirit Jade’.

He himself was left behind only half-dead for ‘wastes do not deserve to die by their hand’. Humiliated once more and on the verge of death, in the surroundings strangeness happened. A whirlpool sucked up the blood mist and diverted it into Xiao Chen’s forehead, transforming and enhancing his body.

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Sherlock is a new generation Dungeon Lord whose ambition is to become the greatest Devil King and building up the greatest Dungeon in the Underworld.

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.[I am the seventh generation Nanomachine manufactured by Sky Cooperation, and I am operating as a central nerve connected to your brain.]“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?”[“I am the seventh generation Nanomachine.]“Nano Machine?”[Yes, Nanomachine.]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.

Zhao Zhitong, who was still in kindergarten, took her parents and a family of three to cross the time-travel. As soon as she crossed, she was kicked out of the house by her cruel step-grandmother.

Looking at the only two cabbages in the family, Zhao’s father and Zhao’s mother looked sad.

Zhao Zhitong blinked a pair of Kazilan’s big eyes, and took out a bag of rice from the space with a bewildered expression…

So, the five-year-old little Mengbao took his parents to start farming, planting flowers, fruit trees, medicinal herbs, opening a shop, opening a restaurant…

The small life is beautiful, but it must be even more beautiful if there is no one who is wholeheartedly seeking her to be his wife.

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