MTL - My Senpai Knows Magic - Chapter 230 Gust

A third-tier star, Lu Weiyu, an ordinary beta, urgently needs a backer.
After finally getting into the marshal’s banquet, just about to strike up a conversation——
Marshal raised his phoenix eyes and said, “Get lost.”
Lu Weiyu rolled away non-stop, and was pulled back by the marshal before he rolled away.
With a low voice and domineering eyes, the Marshal put him in his arms: “Did I tell you to get out? Get back.”
Lu Weiyu nodded tremblingly.
The marshal surrounded her, humming: “If you touch someone, you will be responsible to him.”
Lu Weiyu was dumbfounded, and said nonsense: “Okay, take responsibility.”
The marshal pinched the man’s chin and snorted coldly: “What are you responsible for? Women, don’t play with fire.”
…
It was only later that Lu Weiyu found out that the marshal had fallen ill again.
Marshal: “I hit you with my life.”
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Demining:
Glyph of sand.
ABO, I don’t know what to write, just arrange it.
The cultural design is mine, please leave if you don’t like it.
Which channel to write about is my business, and I don’t need others to tell me what to do.
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[ WARNING: EXTREMELY MATURE CONTENT ]“If I see you again, I'll ravish your body while you bleed, Prince!”Rosina, a woman haunted by a dark past, developed a dangerous obsession that led to a trail of blood and corpses. A predator that liked to enjoy her prey before taking their lives.She has always despised the idea of having a mate until she was compelled to attend the annual mating season. Harboring a deep desire for freedom, she detested any association with royalty.During the mating event, she encountered a mysterious man wearing a blood-red mask.Draco was portrayed as a carefree Third Prince who sought only amusement and avoided the responsibilities that came with the crown.However, his encounter with Rosina ignited a change within him. He realizes that in order to win her hand in marriage, he must become a King.That transformation set Draco on a path of self-discovery and growth as he strived to prove himself worthy of Rosina's love.Would their encounter change their fate or push them to ruin?

Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”

In the rural northeastern mountainous regions stands a tiny Buddhist temple, named One Finger Temple. It isn’t a large one but it is extremely miraculous.

The temple has rice that emanates an aromatic fragrance.

The temple has sweet and refreshing water that rivals ambrosia.

The temple has Buddhas that grant wishes to the sincere.

The temple isn’t large but it has everything. The temple isn’t large but it has flourishing incense offerings that far exceed all temples. The temple isn’t large but it attracts both citizens and foreigners that line up overnight…

The temple has a bald but handsome monk. Every day, he would bawl, “I want to renounce asceticism! I want to marry a chick that’s not too pretty, have a cute baby, and lead a stable life!”