MTL - Rebirth of Brotherly Love - Chapter 166

You just want to wear books, just want to be the male lead’s little first love, little beauty, little girlfriend, little crying bag, little follower, little cute… Have you ever thought about the feelings of the male lead? You don’t, you only love yourself.
Inexplicably became a Tang monk who fell into the Pansi Cave, and the male protagonist’s feelings are also very simple.
Gu Zhixing: “Thank you for your invitation, don’t wear it anymore, kidney deficiency.”
After Gu Zhixing dodged the fall of three girls expressionlessly, avoided the collision of five girls, and ignored the sobbing of two girls, Gu Zhixing was pulled into an empty classroom.
In the classroom, the girl blushed, “You…I like…”
Gu Zhixing held her hand, his black eyes were indifferent, “Sister, I don’t eat your way.”
The girl stomped her feet embarrassedly.
Gu Zhixing pushed her away and left without looking back. After walking out of the classroom, Gu Zhixing glanced down at his chest, Jun Mei’s reckless face was full of indifference.
Well, the corset is very useful, the baby is very good, and the store service is also very good. I will come again next time.
The person who witnessed the whole process gritted his teeth and said harshly: “I’ve been accused again? How many good sisters do you have!”

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An entomologist’s soul transmigrates into a cultivation world, inhabiting the body of a small, obscure cultivator who specializes in insect manipulation. Reborn, he desires only to avoid conflict and quietly develop in a mortal village.Inspired by the “Sun-Moon Heart Sutra,” he creates his own “Ten Absolute Scripture.” Inspired by the “Nine Deaths Divine Art,” he devises the “Purgatory True Demon Technique.” Moved by the “Eternal Life Sutra.” he extrapolates it into a hundred layers.With boundless creativity, extraordinary insight, and unlimited time, he pioneers new techniques, pill formulas, artifact designs, array formations, gu recipes, poison concoctions, and brewing methods—all entirely of his own invention.While others cultivate paths of slaughter, he alone forges and cultivates the path of self creation.

Shu Wan, the most outstanding daughter of a high-status family from a feudal dynasty, travels a thousand years into the future, becoming the new lady of the Fu family in the capital.------Her husband in name has gone overseas to explore markets, leaving behind a rebellious son whose name resounds throughout the capital.------Upon first meeting, the rebellious son speeds past on a motorcycle with his silver-white hair flying, “Isn't that my stepmother who's 6 years older than me? Skinny arms and legs, but with grand ambitions.”Before he finishes, Shu Wan leaps up and plucks him off the motorcycle with one hand, “Watch your mouth.”------Fu Yang is consistently at the bottom of his grade, especially with his Chinese language scores never passing 50.Shocked by his atrociously written exam papers, Shu Wan asks, “Are you even Chinese?”Fu Yang is defiant, “Aren't you a dimwitted academic failure yourself, what right do you have to criticize me?”Yet the next second, as Shu Wan smoothly writes down 'Ancient Prose Paragon' with a brush, it's Fu Yang's turn to be astonished.Isn't she a walking dictionary?------Fu Siyu returns from his overseas expansion earlier than expected, thinking he would come home to chaos.However, upon entering the door, he sees the usually defiant Fu Yang sitting obediently practicing his calligraphy with a perfect score exam paper beside him.And his reputedly timid wife, in a sleek black high-slit dress, confidently struts to the music, drawing the attention of everyone.But none of that is the focal point. The focus is on Fu Siyu's gaze, sharp as a knife, directed toward the dance partner's hand resting on Shu Wan's lower back, “Let go.”Note: The son is not the biological child of the male lead.

Fang Ping finally settled an issue after wasting half an hour of his life. He wasn’t dreaming nor acting —for God’s sake, if acting in a movie could restore his youth, then the film crew deserved a trip to heaven immediately!