MTL - Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’ - Chapter 549 Yan Shan’s reminder to go to Liushui Town

Chi Lang transmigrated to the Middle Ages as a third-rate magician in a third-rate magic academy. His magical aptitude is zero. But he has a good roommate.

His roommate is good-looking.

His roommate is good-natured.

His roommate helped him escape from danger several times.

His roommate never complains.

Chi Lang felt like he liked his roommate a little bit, and then his roommate helped him solve his ‘single’ problem.

It wasn’t until much later that he realized that his roommate was a remarkable figure.

——He was one of the demons sealed by the magician known as the “God of Magic”… And Chi Lang became the one who unlocked the seal of the Demon Lord.

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(1V1, Shuang Jie, Two-way Secret Love, Chasing His Wife Long, Banning Cookies)

(Cold and dumb elite secretary VS paranoid and fierce loyal dog president)

Jiang Mingyu, a well-known all-round secretary in City A, is low-key and humble, with outstanding strength, and is a top talent that no one in the industry does not covet.

But no one knows that she has lost a memory in her brain, so she suffers from a mild emotional disorder and is also troubled by nightmares.

Tang Jinchuan, a terrifying business boss, has a level that must be avoided.

But also no one knows that he accidentally fell in love with his secretary, but he never managed to grasp the other party’s heart.

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In an accident, Jiang Mingyu found her panacea, but at that time, she didn’t want it.

It was not until she was forcibly pressed against the door of the office and had nowhere to escape that she had to face the man’s gentle and cold question,

“Jiang Mingyu, what are you running for?”

Only later, people still ran away.

The angry-eyed CEO chased half the world, and after finally catching the person back, he directly locked him in the basement.

In the endless reversal of day and night, Jiang Mingyu’s eyes were red, and she couldn’t help trembling and asked,

“Tang Jinchuan, what are you doing?”

“……you.”

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A crunchy and crispy chicken. The stretchy cheese on pizza, and eating ramyeon at 1 in the morning! I only wanted to eat delicious food. So why is my life in danger because of bulimia*?!

There’s a place where I can fulfill my most cherished dream of eating everything I want!

The virtual reality game Athenae!

I’m just eating well but isn’t this a bit weird?

The true value of food

(Acquired +1 STR)

The stat went up.

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*Raw text says 폭식 결여증 which literally means deficiency in binge eating. I’m assuming this is the Non-purging Type of Bulimia.

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.