MTL - Please Have a Cup of Green Tea - Chapter 144 When Miss Green Tea became the love group control group (38)

I want an S-Rank skill too! I want it so badly, I could die for it!

Eh !? WHAT IS THE POINT OF GETTING ONE IF I DIE !?

Time Travel + Multiple CPs + Modern People Travelling to Ancient Times + Light Suspense

Four best friends, because of an ancient book without words from a museum, accidentally travelled to the world inside the ancient book.

Others time travel with food and shelter and meet prince charming, but they time travelled only to be chased and mu*dered? To be wrongly accused of mu*der? To be locked up in prison?

The four girls wailed: “Oh God! This is too much!”

Su Mo is good at martial arts, beautiful and glamorous. Sang Lan is an elegant lady with high IQ. Xia Miao Miao is learned, talented and a good girl. Xiao Han loves anatomy and is a silly tomboy.

Will they be able to meet the men again amidst the mystifying cases and heart wrenching romances?

This is a multi-CP novel, please be aware if you don’t like that.

[Ruthless Killer vs Sexy Beauty] [White-clothed Black-bellied Teen vs Elegant Lady] [Flower Thief Playboy vs Good Girl] [Warm Refined Gentleman vs Tomboy]

Thirty thousand years ago, the Heaven Fighting Race who called themselves “Gods” invaded the Spirit Realm. Hundreds of races rose up in resistance, but ultimately suffered a crushing defeat. The Human Race was the first to concede, and the rest of the Hundred Races soon followed in succession.

Let someone else go to war, you, lucky Austria, go get married! What the god of war can give you, the god of love can also give you.

The smoke of the Napoleonic Wars has dissipated, and the Vienna system that once brought peace to Europe is riddled with holes. Beneath the seemingly peaceful appearance, there is a vortex of the times with undercurrents, the tranquility before the storm.

The air is filled with the steaming mist of sweat, and the choking black smoke makes it hard to breathe. On the elegant dining table, a group of soldiers and fat men in suits are pushing each other, feasting on the feast called the world, hanging on the wall Van Gogh’s self-portrait with waltz in his ears.

Suddenly the music turned into a march, and the picture also turned to the battlefield. Soldiers marched in a neat line, walking towards the machine gun barbed wire.

A shell fell on the ground, and after the smoke passed, countless cavalry rushed to the artillery position.

Accompanied by a loud noise, a wooden plane flew close to the ground, then pulled up rapidly, broke through the clouds, and shone brightly.

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