MTL - Vicious Female Partner is a Genius Doctor - Chapter 8 Unlucky Male Support 3

After transmigrating back from the Cultivation World, she started farming and live streaming to sale fresh local produce in hometown.——Having failed to transcend the tribulation of the Golden Core, Song Tan returned to the modern era, only to find herself at the scene of a serial car accident. She barely survived thanks to the timely rescue of a benefactor.With that, what else was there to consider? Forget being a corporate slave, let's go back home and farm!!!With her experience in cultivation, Song Tan created her own picturesque land, foraged for wild vegetables, cooked farm meals, picked cucumbers, started live streaming, and sold mountain delicacies...

This is a very interesting thing. It is obviously dim and black, but it can emit a golden light, which makes people deeply fascinated by it…

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Lin Qian and Zheng PingQing, two people who have wanted to kill each other for many years, fell in love. After a lot of ups and downs, they finally married.

But they didn’t expect to get reborn together on the day of their wedding.

Back to the year when their feud was at it’s most intense.

The friends around them also saw each other as enemies.

Yet the two men in question were…in the eyes of the frightened relatives and friends of both sides; they began to scatter dog food.

Friends and relatives: ???

ermm…..this is awkward.

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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.