MTL - Chaos Fiend - Chapter 562 Uncrowned King

Attribute Classification: Overhead/Western Magic/Strong Attack/Sweet

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The richest man, the Su family, suddenly has a three-year-old baby! Everyone thought that this little baby girl was the illegitimate daughter of Su Laoqi, a playboy in the entertainment industry. Who knew that the seven brothers of the Su family knelt down in a row and called her aunt!

All the people in Beicheng laughed to death: What does your aunt do except drink milk? It’s better that my aunt would embroider for me.

Su Laoqi: What is embroidery? My aunt can catch ghosts, monsters and zombies. She is top-notch in the world. Can your aunt do it?

Su Laoliu: My aunt can fly a sword and chase a plane. Can your aunt do it?

Su Laowu: My aunt knows how to use Guimen Thirteen Needles to treat diseases. Can your aunt do it?

Su Laosi: My aunt can figure skate five times. Can your aunt do it?

Su Laosan: My aunt can kill five at will in the game, can your aunt do it?

Su Laoer: My aunt has won awards for Chinese painting, oil painting and ink painting. Can your aunt do it?

Boss Su: My aunt can help my company make one billion a day, can your aunt do the same?

Later, when the Su family’s sister-in-law grew up, she quietly fell in love with her childhood sweetheart. The seven sons of the Su family roared in unison: Stay away from my aunt!

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One day, a Tower appeared, and with it a proclamation by God that Humanity is to be judged for becoming too corrupt.Regression…It’s an ability so fraudulent that it doesn’t require any detailed explanation.Yes, I also agree that it is a fraudulent ability, but…Isn’t it too much to regress due to just a slightest injury…?

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.