Reborn as a Demonic Tree - Chapter 386: Mudcloak’s Secret

The person whom the world revolves around.

“Chief, it’s bad; our people are injured! Hurry, take them to the Divine Tree!”“Chief, it’s bad; our people are on the brink of death, about to perish! Quick, to the Divine Tree!”“Chief, it’s bad; our people have just passed away! Quickly, to the Divine Tree, and do not let the body grow cold on the way!”Reincarnated as a frail locust tree, Ji Yang merely wished to bask in the sun each day, gaze upon the moon, and live a leisurely life.Yet, years later, as Ji Yang looked down upon all beings, he suddenly realized that this world lay upon his roots and within his shade.And that initial small clan, unbeknownst to him, had its name resound through the heavens!

Making poison, studying poison, and playing with poison is her hobby and fascination.Saving people, killing people, and torturing people - those are considered her virtues and ethics.Indeed, she is a doctor - a term that might be more appropriately shortened to... physician!She has the medical code of ethics, yet lacks the empathy. Her patient care is purely dependent on her mood.An injury led to a fortuitous encounter, making two individuals completely unrelated to each other cross paths.Later on, as the woman became a military doctor...In their first meeting, she saved him from the brink of death. The location of his wound was “a wake-up call”.And in their next meeting, when she offered - to devote herself to him!His response was: “I... am willing.”She said: “I was actually just joking.”For Mu Lin, there are only two types of people in the world: the sick, and the deceased.For Jing Chen, the world also only consists of two types of people: family, and soldiers.However, when he met her; when she met him, everything was bound to undergo chemical changes.Mini TheaterOne day, a dandy with an enchanting posture and seductive eyes said: “From now on, all of me belongs to you.”This Poison Doctor, leaning forward revealing a slight smile, “Are you serious about what you said?” in a place he couldn't see, the silver needle in her hand flashed with a cold glint.Snapshot TheaterIn the future, the child asks: “Mommy, why was your taste so bad back then, choosing this daddy to be my daddy?” How contemptuous.Mu Lin: “This is a serious question, I need to think it over carefully.” She definitely needed to think it over thoroughly.The child, full of high spirits: “Certainly this daddy is not your true love.” The next second, an aria flies past, “Wife,” came a voice filled with aggrievement.“Good.”People only know that women are oblivious to Master Jing's eyes, but they don't realize that from their first encounter, her figure has already silently approached him.Some say that Mu Lin was taken down off her lofty pedestal by Master Jing, but Mu Lin wants to say, she did it willingly.[I'm incapable of writing a good summary, please refer to the main text for the story! Come and take the plunge!]Moreover: For recommendations check out my older works: [Overbearing Marriage: Cold wife of a wealthy family after rebirth] [Master Jing's colorful life: Doting on a spoiled wife]My new book [Art of Seduction: Master, hurry up and wear a condom] is looking for favorites.

William was but an ordinary man—until fate saw fit to thrust him fifteen years into the past. Yet, this was no mere journey through time; he awoke not in his own flesh, but in that of the third son of Duke Herne, the most formidable noble in the realm.Now, amidst the glittering halls of power, where smiles conceal daggers and honour is but a well-spoken lie, William must navigate a world where commoners are naught but dust beneath the boots of the aristocracy. In this treacherous game of deception and ambition, he must learn quickly—for in the world of the nobility, ignorance is a death sentence----------------------------Hear ye, my loyal readers… From this day onward, updates shall be limited to three chapters per day—no more!Alas, my quill grows weary, and my stockpile of chapters runs thin. The weight of silence presses upon this tale, and my passion falters…I ask but a simple boon—Golden Tickets and a flood of reviews! Shall this humble plea go unanswered?.