MTL - Noble Wife Wants No Love - Chapter 2

The number one swordsman Zhao Jiangui is the martial world’s best hope for peace: All he has to do is seduce the Demon Sect Leader.

“You are mine, and I am yours…”

The world cannot be saved by the victory of a single man. This book begins at the point where the climax should occur; the battle between a Demon Queen who is a little strange and a Hero who is a little curious.

However, not only do these two give up the battle, instead, they join hands to directly challenge the complicated social structure which dictates that humans and demons must forever be in conflict.

This is too reckless right? How can this be done? Undoubtedly, you are thinking that.

Come, please turn the page. You are about to read a story that has never been told before; the story of the Hero… and the Demon Queen.

Thank you, people are in the ninja world, just got out of the hospital bed!

Surrounded by a group of people in black robes with frantic eyes, there is also a big gray back named Feiduan who is laughing wildly at him.

Just because he was the second “lucky person” who successfully “survived” and obtained the [immortal body] in this divine election ceremony.

Shinji Akagi is a little numb…

What made him even more depressed was that after the transformation, his body had no chakra, but he could no longer practice any ninjutsu.

This means that he will become the first undead to endure!

But the activation of a strange system brought a whole new change to his life.

Can’t learn ninjutsu?

small issue!

Here are all kinds of magic spells for you to choose from!

Crimson blood exercises, spirit spells, ten kinds of shadow spells… everything.

Wait a minute!

Why is there [Cursed Wind Cave]? !

Is this also a spell? ! ! !

Forget it, whatever, the field expands, and there are boundless spaces!

(New book, new book, please advise~)

- Description from novelbuddy

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”