MTL - Cultivation Is Like This - v3 Chapter 802 The Tao, the Demon, the Buddha, the Sword, the Poetry

As soon as Qin Yao opened her eyes, she was transported into the body of an ancient peasant woman from the end of the world.

There are four stepsons at home waiting to be fed.

A bastard who has nothing but good looks is jumping up and down.

The family lives in a thatched hut with not even a grain of rice in the jar. The whole family is as skinny as refugees.

Forget it, there are still people coming to ask for debts!

Qin Yao was angry from the bottom of her heart and kicked her bastard husband out, “Brother who wants to pay debts, please just beat him to death!”

Four stepsons:! ! !

The world is clean, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves and makes a fortune.

She is great at hunting, carrying bags, and killing horse thieves.

It is this kind of land, facing the loess and turning its back to the sky. Even the top strong men who have been struggling in the apocalypse wave their hands repeatedly: I can’t stand it! I really can’t stand it!

Qin Yao scratched his head: In ancient times when agricultural taxes were extremely high, how could we stop farming?

At this time, the lazy husband who was sent to die (twisted and crawled) (struggled to stand up) (screamed and roared): Wife! I think I can still save a little more!

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Suddenly a high school student Subaru Natsuki has been summoned to another world on the way back from the convenience store. With the biggest crisis of his life being summoned to another world and no sign of the one who summoned him things become worse when he is attacked.

Who will tell her what happened?

Is she wilding a child in the wilderness? The child’s umbilical cord was bitten off by a mutant mouse, my God, what’s going on?

Yin Xuehan was trembling to deal with the umbilical cord problem for the child, but she felt pain in her stomach again. This is another…

At this time, the voice of the system came, and she actually gave birth live in the wilderness?

Is this the rhythm of going crazy? This world actually relies on live streaming and doing quests to earn points, God, please save her, she brought her two cubs into such a difficult wilderness dungeon at the beginning.

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They say opposite attracts, that's a lie. Opposites kill each other!When a hot blood meets another hot blood, things are bound to get burnt.That is exactly what happens when the pompous and prideful elven princess, Neriah of the Avelah Kingdom is forced to marry the brash dragon Prince, Barak of the Trago Kingdom.Neriah's goal is to someday break away from her marriage and run away with the love of her life, Lyle of the Niles. While Barak will do everything to keep her as a wife.Neriah is certain she's in love with another, but she's also certain that no one can ignite the kind of passion her husband brings. Her husband who she hates more than anything.Can the flames of passion be drawn from hate? Can that same passion burn down the walls of lies, betrayal, and hurt? Can its ashes transcend into love?Excerpt“I am a rose, a beautiful flower, delicate and precious! But you my dear sir are nothing but the thorny stem! Prickly, dangerous and very harmful!” ranted Neriah while poking his chest with her index finger.“Well you seem to forget one important detail, my love.” He calmly grabbed her poking hand.“And what would that be, my fine sir?”“That the thorny stem and the rose grow together. The delicate rose and the prickly thorn, they belong together my dear.”“You—”“And no amount of ranting and raging will change that. You think I want to keep a witch like you? You are a pain in the neck. If I am a thorn then you are a piece of fish bone stuck inside my neck. I cannot swallow and I can not spit it out! I just have to bear it!”“You insolent bastard! Do you mean to say I am a burden!”“Well you are no precious prize, are you?”And that was it, she threw herself at him with her claws ready to mar his face, but he was quicker and he caught both her hands with one of his own and pressed her heaving chest upon his. Golden eyes stared deep into hers. They were as green as the fresh leaves on an orange tree.His fingers caressed her face, “You might not be a precious prize, but by the heavens, you are mine.” And his lips fell on hers, and once again, another argument was drowned.