MTL - Co-renting Immortal Doctor - Chapter 7317 Void Zodiac

[Chongwen, Shuangqiang, Shuangwen, Tarot cards, scumbags! 】

Ten years of marriage, ten years of dedication.

She devoted all her talents and gave all her feelings, and in the end, she got a long-planned fire.

Husband mutilated, girlfriend betrayed.

It turned out that all the people around were people in the play.

Before her rebirth, she was a prosperous and talented woman who moved the capital.

After being reborn, she is a prosperous world famous in the capital… a straw bag!

Moreover, it has also become a destitute daughter who depends on others.

Cowardly, cowardly, trash, incompetent, these are the many vests attached to her.

Open your eyes again, the moment of youth, when she becomes her!

In this life, she returned with her golden finger!

A deck of tarot cards to play the entire giant!

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Young Master Wushuang, he is the head of the Mo family who is famous in the capital, but mysterious and unpredictable.

Also a cursed demon.

Holding life and death in his hand, he dominates the destiny. He is the leader of the supernatural power world.

The monstrous dignitaries and prosperous beauty have attracted countless girls.

One is a humble and cowardly swindle, and the other is a ‘devil who moves the capital and is cursed. ’

The collision of water and fire, the interweaving of cold and heat.

I don’t know who fell to whom in the end.

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Later, the head of the Mo family, who has never been close to women, suddenly announced the marriage in a high-profile manner.

The whole country is boiling, and countless girls are heartbroken.

After marriage, he turned into five good men, doting on his wife like his life, only his wife obeys.

【small theater】

A certain woman (indifferent face): “Mr. Mo is rich and powerful, and a little girl can’t afford to be high.”

The corner of a certain man’s mouth evoked a meaningful arc.

A certain woman was so frightened that she immediately took a step back: “you, you, what do you want?”

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【Mr. Mo’s Quotations】

*You have to know that in this world, no one except me is qualified to be side by side with you.

*This prosperous world is gone, I can still recreate one! And she, the only one in the world, I can’t afford to gamble!

*It’s just money, even her life is given to her, so waste it.

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“The civilians here are not simple, they are cunning, they are greedy, they are tyrannical.”

“The nobles here are not noble, they are selfish, they are arrogant, they are insidious.”

“I used to be angry about this, but now I pity them. This is a dark world. Since they were born, they have not had the opportunity to choose another life. Now it is up to me to give them.”

“I will bring food and clothing to them, and then they will have morality. I will bring comfort to them, and then they will have faith. I am a traveler from a distant world, and I will bring the fire of civilization to In this dark and wild place, I know I am doing the right thing, eradicating famine, driving out disease, suppressing crime, ending war, and giving anyone who wants a change a second chance.”

“Then, kill all those idiots who are shameless.”

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The smell of blood invaded my nostrils. I watched helplessly as the woman standing over me raised her sword. I was completely drained, I had no mana left, no items, nothing. As the crimson tendrils held me down by my arms and legs, all I could do was wait for my death.

As the sword drew near, I felt the last bit of courage I had disappear. I was going to die. Alone. In this god forsaken place filled with evil. And for what? To protect those ‘friends’? The same people who mocked me, took advantage of, and used me?

Oh, who am I trying to fool? I was here only because of my own greed. Because I wanted to be useful to someone. Because I wanted to that group to need me. To value me. To have a reason to keep me around. How naïve I was, thinking that power would grant those wishes. All it did was help build a wall between me and everyone else.

The sword approached. I saw the purple light reflect off the sword’s blade. After everything I went through, I hadn’t expected my death to be by the hands of another player. I saw her smile, but this time I didn’t think it was beautiful. It was an ugly smile because it was genuine. She was enjoying watching me die. She was enjoying killing me.

The sword struck my chest and pierced my heart. I let out a scream of pain and agony. The pain was so real, all of this was so real. It shouldn’t be, but it was. What should have been a simple game had become my new reality – all of our new reality. A reality filled with magic, war, blood, and death.

My vision darkened as the pain slowly faded. I felt the last of my vitality leave my body. It felt cold. I wondered to myself, when would I stop being? When would my thoughts disappear?

Soon, I saw those words I feared for all this time appear before me. “DEATH”, in the pale blue font the game always used. They remained suspended in the air for several seconds. It was over. After a long time of fighting, grinding, and exploring, it was finally over. I had died. This was the end of my story.

Suddenly, words before me shifted and changed into something different. I took a shallow breath as I heard a faint heartbeat.

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