MTL - A Warm Wedding and A New Bride of Young Master Lu - v2 Chapter 4288 lost track

"Five years! Do you know how these five years have been for me?"

It had been five years since Gongzi Liang was transmigrated to a fantasy world and had received the Legendary Gold System.

However, the system kept nagging him to top up every time.

[$3 for God's Ring, $6 for first-time reward, $18 for enhancement, $28 for God-tier Beast...]

Gongzi Liang could only look at all the god-tier rewards and couldn't do anything because he didn't have money.

But, he did realize that he could level up his skills and strengthen his body by using copper coins. It could save him 99.99% of training.

It wasn't even hard for him to jump a few ranks in one day.

He would also gain coupons by completing the daily missions.

Just like that, Gongzi Liang became obsessed with completing his daily missions...

Teenage earth dweller Lu Qingfeng died in a car accident and traversed to a world of cultivation.He acquired the Login Ring of “Primordial”, a massive immersive online game developed by the Earth Federation two thousand years later, and travelled across primordial worlds.

It has been adapted into comic：CEO’s Sudden Proposal / Flash Marriage Deep Love

She didn't understand why he took her to get married at first sight. She was just friendly to his daughter at the hospital, but she did not expect that his daughter haunted her to be her mother. It's only the first day of their meeting!

She thought he married her only because of his daughter, but in fact, he was deeply attracted by her kindness and simplicity, and he loved her deeply.

For the rest of her life, Will she love him like he love her?

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.