MTL - Inheriting a Desolate Star - Chapter 62 062

In her last life, Yu Lingxi fell from a myriad of stars that surrounded the moon into the dust, and was forced to sacrifice herself to the regent, Ning Yin.

The regent was born handsome and beautiful, but unfortunately he has a crippled leg. He was a twisted and cruel madman who killed his brothers and father.

What Yu Lingxi was most afraid of was that while wiping the fresh blood on his hands, he smiled and said to her: “Lingxi, come here.”

After only two years of marriage, Yu Lingxi passed away suddenly.

After her death, Ning Yin did not set up a mourning hall, did not make funeral arrangements and buried her, and became even more insane, slaughtering the city with blood.

Then she was reborn at fifteen years old, when she was still a high-ranking noble daughter of the general’s mansion, and Ning Yin was not yet the regent who covered the sky with one hand.

Unable to swallow this anger, Yu Lingxi took the guards to find Ning Yin, who was living on the street, and intended to beat him anonymously to avenge the resentment in her previous life.

Unexpectedly, when she rushed to the scene in anger, she saw the thin boy curled up and was being pressed to the ground, and his left leg was about to be broken. The muddy water was covered with blood and trickled down, soaking his dark and resentful eyes red…

Only then did she realize what a pitiful past Ning Yin had.

Yu Lingxi made a mistake due to a strange combination of circumstances, and instead of going to beat someone, she went to save him.

She had no choice but to take in the little poor boy and try her best to teach him to be an upright young man with a healthy body and mind.

To her surprise, as she taught and taught, the little poor boy looked at her with more gloomy and strange eyes.

- Description from Novelupdates

Right after getting the first-class chef’s certificate and before that certificate had been in her hands long enough to warm up, she woke up. Not only did she age ten years, she also gained two children…

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At this time, her new daughter, who had lost two of her front baby teeth and spoke with a lisp, pointed at the TV screen and called out, “Dad!”

On the screen, the Film Emperor Meng Yan was extremely handsome and charming. Towards the camera, his gaze was overflowing with gentle and tender feelings. He raised up the hand that was holding hands with captivatingly beautiful bride. She was wearing a diamond-beaded wedding dress. At the bottom of the TV screen, the headline news was displayed in large font – Meng Yan and the rising starlet’s wedding of the century.

T/N: The second part of the summary is misleading. This isn’t a novel where the transmigrated main character clings onto the film emperor’s thigh.

“You might be my wife, but I shall not lay a hand on you.”

“Is that so? Then can I lay my hand on you?”

“……Pardon?”

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Around 20 years in the future, the world is destroyed due to the invasion of demons. There’s only one way to prevent the destruction.

Marry the Duke known as the Monster and give birth to his child who will grow up to be the future warrior.

“Mielle, that marriage, I’ll do it instead.”

Yelena, who saw the future,
decided to get married to the Monster Duke and give birth to his child to save the world, however…

“Are we going to keep being idle like this?”

She thought she would be able to get it over and done with (?),
but her husband’s impregnable fortress-like defenses are beyond imagination!

“I told you to strip! Why aren’t you stripping?! Is it a part of your skin?”

Can Yelena safely give birth to the warrior and save the world in the end?

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.