MTL - Resurrection of Reiki: I Will Win Every Bet - Chapter 325

Insane. Traitor. Terrorist.

(Marriage in place + silly wife + vest + sweet pet + strong man and strong woman + pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger)

After a calculation, she had to marry her sister, who was rumored to be blind and lame, and could not live beyond the age of thirty.

Later, everyone in the capital knew that the powerful Mo family, Mo Yuchen, married a fool and spoiled her.

someday.

The foolish girl leaned against the man’s arms, touched the man’s Adam’s apple and said, “There are rumors in the capital that you married a fool. Do you want me to show them my vest? Block their mouths?”

The man grabbed her small hand and put his arms around her small waist, his Adam’s apple rolled, and his voice was hoarse and too low, “Little Luoluo, be nice~ The vest is not in a hurry, there are more important things right now.”

“What’s up?”

A stupid girl is puzzled.

“Deadly thing.”

After speaking, the man hugged her by the waist.

If you want to show your vest, go dream!

He didn’t want his wife to be missed!

- Description from novelbuddy

At the beginning, he acquired a piece of land worth billions, but Su Ming used it to cultivate crops!Row after row of cucumbers, plant after plant of chili peppers, shoot after shoot of bamboo shoots… …Everyone couldn’t understand: “Having a billion-dollar land and using it for farming? Su Ming, what’s wrong with you?”Yet, Su Ming just smiled mysteriously.Do you really think, naively, that the cucumbers I grow are just ordinary cucumbers?The joy I find in farming is something you can never imagine!

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.