Sin and Virtue System - Chapter 33 33. Conquering The Pink Lands. [2]

As soon as Li Ye opened his eyes, he saw two three-meter-tall giants fighting each other.

“What sin did I do, I’m going to die just after transmigrating!!”

“Ding, feel that the host is in danger, activate the system, and reward the novice with a big gift package – 12 spell powers”

Since then, Marvel has added a superman who can fly, whose eyes can emit lasers, and who can…

“Hulk, from now on, I will be the strongest on Earth!”

“Thor, I lifted your hammer!”

“Ultra, it’s time to go back to the furnace and rebuild!”

“Hella, just because I beat you, doesn’t mean I want to marry you!”

“Purple Sweet Potato Essence, don’t run away! Don’t you snap your fingers?”

“Gwen, Wanda…we are all family”

- Description from novelbuddy

The Revered Master, Yu Yan, known as the number one in the cultivation world, waited for sixteen thousand years, and finally took in a disciple. He taught her carefully, and took care of her diligently. He watched her as she slowly grew stronger as she comprehended the laws, and just as she was about to soar into prominence… she died!

Some say that the financial war in City C was a bloody sacrifice prepared by Atlas Hallow's ex-wife for the child who died in her womb.The most ridiculous experience in Charlotte Miller's life was being forced to marry the man who should have been her sister's husband.After the marriage, she asked Atlas Hallow more than once, “Why me?”He pressed her under him, a deep and unfathomable smile in his eyes, “The Miller Family lost me a bride, shouldn't they compensate me with another one? Mrs. Hallow, I've never made such a bad deal in my life.”

[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.