MTL - You Practice Immortality, I Farm - Chapter 137 invite

This is a story of a serious girl that transmigrated into the villainess in the novel where she isn’t aware of it and plans to live well.

Su Rui thought that she had transmigrated, but who knew that this was a novel.

Su Rui thought that she is a fair, rich and pretty lady, but who knew that she is just a cannon fodder.

Su Rui thought that she has found herself a reliable marriage partner, but who knew that he was the male lead.

Author’s note: The heroine of the original novel is not the real white moonlight[1] [1] 白月光 ( bái yuè guāng)- refers to a person who is remembered in one’s heart, that one has always loved, but cant touch. It usually refers to the intention of the sweetheart and the first love that one would never forgets.

Han Yue Ling, a peerless beauty with a great personality, but she carries a lot of secrets.She loved a man for 10 years, but on the day of her wedding, fate decided to play a cruel joke on her and take the man away.Three years later, she decides to move away.She stumbles upon Lu Tian, the ruthless and cold CEO of Lu Corps. Thinking it was just an accident, she stumbles upon him again and again. Before she knew it, the man is already living with her!Is this an unexpected second chance at love? Will she be able to love again?

She, a renowned assassin of the 21st century, actually crossed over to become Su Manor’s most useless good-for-nothing Fourth Miss.

He, Jin Empire’s imperial highness, was an emotionless overbearing demonic tyrant with unrivaled talent.

Everyone knew that she was idiotic and good-for-nothing and bullied her as they pleased. But only he, the overbearing tyrant with the discerning eye, wouldn’t let go of her even if his life depended on it.

For the time being, let’s just see how the stubborn versus stubborn clash and play out in this good show of the chaser and the chased.

Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.