MTL - Mr Fu, I Really Love You - Chapter 1287 My legs are short

Lothur Ritter mysteriously died on Earth and suddenly transmigrated to a bizarre cultivation world.

Now in a new body, full of problems related to his predecessor and surrounded by uncertainties and doubts about his new reality, Lothur will face the arduous journey of cultivation with the help of a system.

However, can he trust the system? Why he? What is so special about him that it has been chosen? Where will he end up? And what about this Lost Tree?

Well, Lothur will pursue these questions while exploring the wonderful, vicious, and incomparable cultivation world!

Li Mo, who has studied antiques and miscellaneous studies since childhood, had a mutated eye in an accident.

Unsophisticated and generous bronzes, exquisite porcelain, calligraphy and paintings with horizontal brush and ink, and thrilling gambling stones came one after another. Since then, Li Mo’s life has undergone subversive changes.

I have divine pupils, and there is no treasure in the world.

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At age 23, Liam Sanders had tasted everything life had to throw at him. As an orphan at birth and a victim of the system, he lived his life believing that he was just an ordinary person. His life was filled with misery, but there was one ray of hope in his life- his girlfriend.That lasted until he found her cheating on him in the middle of his apartment with his best friend. Feeling betrayed, Liam sought to end it all by taking his life, and just as planned, he got hit by the truck in the middle of the busy street.It should have been Liam’s end, but for some reason, he survived and woke up three days after in a hospital with no injuries and a whole new set of memories in his mind.And that is how he became the Immortal Warlock in the Modern World.He was oppressed once, and now, it is time for Liam to oppress everyone in the world.

“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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