MTL - My Talent Can Constantly Evolve - Chapter 229 Chu Xuefeng lost

Due to a bug in the game, Ren Changsheng accidentally left the game idle for ten million years.As he watched the endless stream of experience points, all Ren Changsheng could think was, 'I really do not want to level up!'

Aurora Stone:My family gave me their love, trust, undivided attention— everything.And when I needed them the most they snatched it all away. They left me with nothing but hollow silence.My best friend betrayed me. Hurt me.My mate rejected me.To them, I was nothing but a precious jewel— something that could make them rich and raise their status in society.But once I lost my honor, I was worthless in their eyes … just an object that belonged in the trash.After scarring my soul, they sold me to monsters who tortured me and scarred my face. With nothing left to lose, I planned the impossible: An escape from the Lycan palace.So?I killed myself and became a dead Luna.After my escape, I was planning to live in a human town and rebuild myself. No one would chase a dead Luna ever. Right?Nah! I guess I was wrong.Fate had other plans. It led me back to Sebastian King, the ruler of Velmora Kingdom.Last time, he did let me walk away. This time, he is not letting me out of his sight.But he needs to understand. I’m already dead. And dead people never come back.Now I’m Phoenix. A warrior who rose from the ashes.I don’t have a mate and I don’t belong to anyone.Sebastian King:I thought I lost her forever, but here she is, standing before me in full armor, staring boldly into my eyes.My kitten has grown into a firestorm.Now that I have found her, I won’t let her go. It’s time she remembers— she’s my mate and no one gets to claim her.

On the day of her escape from prison, she had died unexpectedly and was reborn into the body of Madam Huo.

Weary reader, it is an honor that you have chosen this book amidst the heavy, dim library.Regrettably, this book is unwell.Your fingers should be able to feel the raised growths on the surface of its cover,Words written in bygone days are like parasites rooted in the pages, hoping for someone to observe their wriggling,To feel, to decipher, to touch the essence of this ailing story.If you insist on borrowing this book, please make sure to regularly check your own physical condition.