MTL - Master of Exotic Planting - Chapter 245 Introduce Phoenix

Under everyone's gaze, her pregnant sister came to force a marriage, making her the butt of the joke, after being cheated on.When she was at her wit's end, she met him ——Jun Mochan, the business tycoon.He said: “Marry me, I won't betray you.”In order to shut off the wagging tongues and avoid becoming a bargaining chip in a family alliance,She said: “Okay”But, wasn't it agreed that it would be a fake marriage?He loves her deeply. The whole world knows it, only she doesn't.

A mysterious youth who came from a mysterious village, didn’t have the Heart of Tao. Nor did he have the Tao Spirituality nor an unblocked Tao Physique.

However, even in such a situation, he had his heart set on Tao and submitted himself to the Seeking-Tao Sect as a disciple and stepped on his way, an unusual and unique way to Tao cultivation!

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An elder asked a young man if he wanted revenge for being humiliated by a strong man and disregarded by his master. The elder offers to pass his power to the young man, who is amazed to find centuries' worth of skill appear on his phone. The power is from the Heavenly Court, where users can borrow without interest for 30 days. The young man worries it might be a 'magic loan,' but the elder assures him that it is safe, as the daily interest is very low.Zhang Yu snorted coldly and closed the ad.

[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.