MTL - My Wife Has Been Blackened - Chapter 869 condolences

A novel about the Government and its people becoming one to raising their country back up.

A militaristic style novel that implements slight futuristic technology as the plot's basis.

Having transmigrated into a little farmer girl, her father passed and her mother turned crazed. Facing a frail household, Qian Yixiu remained calm, her rise relied on strength, and also on the luck she had when being a “ghost”.Together with her younger brother, she strived to build wealth with one hand and protect her beauty with the other...

As the only magician and pharmacist on earth, Gu Feng’s life began to ripple…

Earning money is the easiest thing to do.

Got an incurable disease? Get a bottle of bright potion! Guaranteed instant recovery.

Worrying about exam results, worrying about going to school? A bottle of refreshing agent solves the problem, if you are not satisfied, you can return it in full! (Note: Chinese composition scores are not within the scope of the Three Guarantees)

Luxury cars, famous houses… these are not a problem for me.

And that long-legged girl, this is just a simple levitation magic, don’t stare at me with that kind of adoring eyes, okay?

Of course, it’s definitely more than that. Every magician is learned. Astronomy and geography, humanities and social interaction, food appreciation… everything is omnipotent and omnipotent. This article is guaranteed to be cool and exciting!

- Description from novelbuddy

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.