MTL - Douluo: My Martial Spirit is the Ten Fierce Sky Horned Ants - Chapter 607 ，Moonlight color，Women's scent.

Zhou Leng was once a martial arts genius yet since being attacked by demons half a year ago he has gained no progress in his cultivation.The turning point comes when he heads into the mountain to find his dog, where a majestic tree seems to heal his injuries.“What if that unknown otherworld is a demon lair...”As Zhou Leng hesitates, a vast white shadow of the Frost Giant Tree flashes in the depths of his eyes.“What was I thinking just now?”

Discovering that his wife was cheating on him with his superior, Jonathan Hayes was put on the combat list by his superior, a list that had already been concluded weeks ago.Wanting to survive from the war and come back to get his revenge on his wife and his superior, Jonathan was killed in the battlefield.Instead of going to heaven like every good man should, Jonathan woke up five years back in time, before his country was captured by the enemy, due to the help of his country's corrupt leaders. Jonathan knew his job immediately he realized what had happened to him. To liberate his country from getting captured again, and to get his revenge on his cheating wife and his superior.He had guessed correctly, but there was more to it. He not only went back in time, he woke up in a parallel world where magic was present. His job was not only to rescue his country from getting captured again, his job was to become the first warlord of the world. The first king of the whole world.[Congratulations, you have been rewarded with two unique skills from God]

Here, only those with spiritual roots can cultivate while those with mortal roots are destined to stay mortal.

Mo Wuji only has mortal roots, but will he only remain as a mortal?

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The night before we obtained our marriage certificate, I asked him, “When did you start to develop feelings for me?”

He answered, “I don’t remember.”

“But, why me?”

“Why not you?”

“I’m very petty, and I get jealous very easily.”

“So am I.”

“I’m afraid I’m not worthy of you.”

“So am I.”

“I haven’t really dated, so I don’t know what love is.”

“I don’t know either.”

He held my hand gently, “But I know this. When I think about spending the rest of my life with you, I feel that my future is filled with hope.”

At 16, we used the same class desk, with less than 10cm between our arms. My peripheral vision was full of him.

At 26, I woke up in the morning, and saw the sunlight softly shining on his face. I thought, this is how I want to grow old – gradually, together, with him.

I guess this must be love.