MTL - Marvel’s Disassembler - Chapter 560 Can you live?

In the twenty-ninth year of the First Emperor, Bo Langsha was attacked.

When Ying Zheng merged the memories of the 21st century history doctor, looked at the mighty mountains and rivers in front of him, and said to himself, “In this life, my Daqin can’t die!”

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Yggdrasil, the World Tree of Norse Mythology, suddenly appeared on Earth. And with it came demonic creatures that ravaged entire cities.Although not all hope is lost, due to the System that a few special humans had gained.In this new world where only the strong survived, Min JaeHyun scrapes by regretting the wrong choices he’d made in the past… when one day, he gains the only Mythic item in the world.How will this item help him? And can he change his wretched fate?

Another year of enlistment season, the recruit company is a rare encounter in a hundred years, bringing together a group of unruly thorns with sky-high backgrounds!

When everyone was at a loss, Qin Yuan recommended himself to be a recruit company commander and began to build the strongest special force!

In the annual large-scale military exercise, recruit companies are allowed to participate and are responsible for simple logistics.

However, when the red side was retreating, a miraculous scene appeared on the battlefield.

The head of a reconnaissance regiment of the Blue Army: “Report! The red team cheated! Our reinforcement regiment was defeated by the enemy’s special forces, but the enemy actually made a poor excuse to call himself a recruit company!”

Brigade commander of a rocket brigade of the Blue Army: “Can’t you afford to lose? Special forces are not allowed to participate in this exercise! Your red team actually dispatched special forces?”

The Blue Army’s superior roared angrily: “It’s just nonsense! I was shot in the head with special forces in violation of the rules? You also quibble that you are a recruit company?”

Qin Yuan smiled lightly: Don’t pretend, actually… I’m bringing special forces!

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[Warning: Mature Content]

“Master, are we going to keep what happened last night a secret between us?”

“For how loud you moaned and cried, Qing-er, I think the whole world has already learned all about it, and your concern is irrelevant.”

Yun Qing-er, the only disciple of the legendary immortal swordmaster Bai Ye, has been hiding her feelings for her master for years. Unaccepted by norms and morals, it is the darkest secret that she swears to bury deep within her heart.

But life has other plans. Bai Ye's desire for her burns hot beneath his solemn appearance. He will teach her not only the art of the sword, but also the pleasures of life that she never knew existed before.

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Smut starts at Chapter 17, with a teaser in Chapter 11. A bit softcore at first but will get wilder quickly as the story moves on :)

Note that this is NOT a typical cultivation romance. Immortals and spiritual power and whatnot are all plot devices… You'll see what I mean in just a few chapters!

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[Sneak Peek]

He pinned me against the poplar tree at the center of the garden. A breeze rustled past, stirring the sunlight sparkling through the autumn foliage above us, and a sprinkle of gold fell over his shoulders. “Say you want me,” he whispered.

“Bai Ye—” I breathed, but the rest of my words were replaced by moans the moment he traced his kisses along my neck and took my earlobe into his mouth.

Familiar tingles roared through me as he nibbled and suckled gently. His hand slid up my chest, and he played with my sensations with his lips and tongue and fingers until my arms trembled around him. All other thoughts vanished from my mind. The only thing I knew was the irresistible feeling of him on me, so overwhelming that my knees started growing weak. I would've fallen if he wasn't pinning me hard against the tree.

“Bai Ye …” I moaned again, clawing at his clothes. “Of course I want you … Right here, right now.”

He let out a soft puff of laughter, and his hand grazed down, gripping the folds of my dress. With a rip of fabric, he tore them away.