MTL - If You Don’t Go To Hell, Who Will? - Chapter 28 Zhong Yuan’s counterattack

The anticipated engagement party turns into a broken engagement announcement and a notice of expulsion from the house.In one day, Anna lost everything.She accidentally activated a space and took the business’ supplies for revenge.But who would have thought that natural disasters will come?The world is changing and resources become scarce.So, the style of painting changed.When other people are scrambling to find something to eat, Anna was still cooking at home.When other people are fighting for food, Anna was lying on her bed while snacking her favorite chips.When other people are working hard to get some water, Anna was lying on her bathtub comfortably.The relatives came to the door for help.Anna only looked at them coldly and spat out, “Scram!”Her ex fiancé also came, asking for reconciliation and love.Her new man kicked him out of the door and slammed it shut. He then looked at Anna with a pitiful look. “Wife, do you not want me anymore? I'm easy to raise.”Anna looked at the puppy like man and pulled him closer with a smile on her face.It was only later she realized that the puppy is actually a big bad wolf...But the goods couldn’t be returned!

A man found himself mysteriously reincarnated into the universe of Against the Gods.The good news: He was conscious from the moment he was a sperm.The bad news: His parents died when he was born and he was left in the wilderness to die.The good news: He was saved and adopted by the Medical Saint, Yun Gu.The bad news: His master was killed by some villains who wanted to steal the Sky Poison Pearl.The good news: His genius is almost frightening!

Lin Xuan was transmigrated to a fantasy world and had a one-night stand with the powerful Ice Empress.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.