MTL - How to Feed an Abyss! - Chapter 117 in the deep forest

Riding a flying sword, drinking wine while holding beauties, fighting against a generation of geniuses for opportunities, Who doesn't like such an Immortal World?But not if you are a mortal who got thrown amidst high level cultivators. And Long Ming felt precisely that.

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Jiang Mianmian crossed over,

Arrived in a different world full of giant dragons, became a nobleman disguised as a man, accepted the entrustment of the territory, and began to become a noble lord in a different world to make a fortune and start a petty bourgeois life.

Until one day, drinking water stuck between her teeth, two giant dragons rolled all the way, no, fought, and hit her door.

After a big move, the main city she worked so hard to upgrade and build was knocked back to its original form, and as compensation…

She only picked up a dragon egg? !

Ma Dan! You shitty dragon, are you demolishing the house? ! After dismantling, lay eggs!

Just like this, farming, hatching eggs and pulling the dragon cub until one day the dragon cub grows into a big black gold dragon. How does this dragon look so similar to the one that demolished her house back then? !

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Reborn at the turn of the century, residing in Moscow, freshly off the plane, preparing to study abroad...Wang Ye only ever wanted a quiet life of modest wealth, to live his days in peaceful bliss.Yet, pushed along by the hand of fate, he found himself helplessly walking down the path towards becoming an oligarch!

The dojo is located in Yunzhong Mountain, and there are halls and fields.

Sitting under the ginkgo tree in leisure time, looking at the dust and clouds in the distance,

Hoe the ground and listen to the sound of springs, forge swords by the fire,

Food and clothing are up to oneself and God,

I don’t know the end of the cold year;

When the robbery comes, you have to go to the lower reaches of the mountain to watch the bitterness and sweetness of the world.

It’s hard to keep injustice in your eyes, and you don’t like to show it in front of others.

The gourd of wine at the waist is deep, and the light of the sword behind the back is cold,

Not for fame, not for money,

Be a free spirit.

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