MTL - I Was Called a Poor Widow, But I Relied on My Supernatural Powers To Fight Back In Ancient Times - Chapter 959 Don’t even think about a good year

Ming Luo is a wasted daughter of the Duke Yi’s household. Her father forced her to study medicine but it was not a wise choice since she was of no use. Her sister from a different mother uses underhanded schemes to get rid of her. Out of guilt and frustration, she tries to commit suicide. Everyone thought she was going to die but she miraculously woke up.

Jiang Yining was transmigrated to a cultivation world and became the master of the Tianyan Sect.

Unfortunately, the sect was broke and he only had three disciples. Just as everything was about to fall even further apart, he received the Golden Finger.

To make it even more interesting, the Golden Finger was an idle cultivation game that Jiang Yining had played in his previous world.

[Welcome back, long-time player. You will inherit your old account that has been idled for a million years.]

From the game, Jiang Yining could receive martial arts, resources, fates, buildings, skills, and even spiritual roots from checking in and completing quests.

He vowed that he would use the rewards to grow his own sect.

In the world of cultivation existed prestigious families, sects, kingdoms, and even celestial sects. Everyone’s goal was to ascend to a celestial being.

However, years later, Jiang Yining and his Tianyan Sect sat on the Long River and looked down at the people still struggling in the celestial realm.

“Are you my knight?” The silver-haired youth looked at the blonde girl before him and asked, his cheeks flushed red. This was their first encounter when he was only ten years of age.

“Are you my bride?” He held her in his arms, embraced the girl who had accompanied him for ten years straight. He was sixteen years of age.

“Are you my king?” He knelt before the throne, smiling foolishly as he looked at the girl holding the sword victoriously. At this moment, he looked like the boy he was when they first met.

“I’m fine without having eyes for you. The entirety of Camelot is for your taking.” Smiling soft and gently, he gave his eyes to the girl who lost her eyes due to the curse of the red dragon. He doesn’t regret it, he thinks. He was twenty years of age.

“So… Arthur… Artoria Pendragon, are you willing… are you willing to spend the rest of your life with me?” His voice was soft and clear as he reached out to touch her hand.

This was their legend.

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Lu Zixin has a Black Technology Chat Group of the Ten Thousand Realms , and the group members are the science and technology giants of the world.

Tony Stark : “Group owner, I will send this War Machine Mark II Armor to you!”

Red Queen : “Group owner, do you want to try the latest T virus ?”

Skynet : “Group owner, where is your world? I am going to destroy it.”

Bruce Wayne : “The Batmobile is simply used to pick up girls and today I have a great girl. Do you want to see it ?”

Vega Punk : “Recently synthesized a new demon fruit, does the group want to try an experiment ?”

Little Spidey : “I don’t care, I don’t care, do not send me the red envelope, I will retreat!”

. . .

Lu Zixin : “A group of lawless people, be careful with me!”

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