MTL - I Became the Cannon Fodder In the Novels of Female Cultivators - Chapter 292 acquaintance

The main character Lei Yu does not have the ability to practice his family’s martial arts. He gets stepped on and tossed around. Due to certain reasons, he leaves the family, coincidentally gains an ability, and makes his own path to becoming an immortal.

After Yu Xiaolian accidentally traveled through, she found that she not only held the script in her hand, but also had a supermarket space in her body.

The things in the supermarket, after being used up, will be restored automatically after midnight.

Can’t use flint to start a fire? It’s okay, she has a lighter.

Brown rice and coarse grains? It doesn’t matter, she has enough space for rice, white noodles, fresh vegetables, and frozen meat.

With inexhaustible resources, Yu Xiaolian opened a mysterious grocery store in ancient times.

A certain man: One hundred bottles of wine! One hundred bottles of beer, one hundred bottles of juice.

Sorry, there are not so many, this supermarket has a limited supply every day.

What’s wrong with the cannon fodder female supporting role, with the space in the supermarket, the hero and heroine want to eat spicy noodles or drink coffee, it all depends on her mood.

Having inexhaustible resources, and mastering the bugs of the male and female protagonists, it’s simply cool.

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Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.

“I hope you don’t fall in love with me, because I won’t be taking responsibility,” warned the young man. “Don’t worry, I won’t fall in love with a body double,” the employer dully replied. Yet, both of them forgot what they had said.