MTL - Custom Made Demon King - Chapter 570 attack

Gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind and thunder are the seven elements in the world.Everything in the world is made up of one or more of them.As long as the structure is set up, and then according to a certain proportion, in a specific position, add the right amount of elemental energy with different attributes, you can create everything in the world!And, I, Xiao Ye, am the master of the elements. …… ……Young Ling Chen awakens a mysterious physique, and from then on, he defeats the geniuses, kills the heroes, and dominates the world!Ling Chen: Sorry, I am the kind of genius you hate the most!

The notorious imperial court lackey and the meritorious military general were well-known for their mutual dislike, a pair of arch-enemies set in stone. Who could have foreseen the unexpected change in the winds of heaven: the general injured on the battlefield, both legs disabled, and even forced by the emperor to marry his nemesis.With one marriage edict, two people with mutual hostility are forced to marry and live under the same roof. Yet after these long days together, they come to the realization that this fellow is not truly devoid of any saving grace/unattainable and high out of reach.

In the residence of the Duke of Zhenguo, the legitimate young miss, known for her icy demeanor, had transformed overnight.She, who usually regarded no one, woke up to confront anyone she saw with a few harsh words, using her frail body to intimidate so much that no one dared to touch her.Afterwards, this legitimate young miss began taking on retainers, nurturing powerful officials, engaging in commerce, and recruiting troops… Every act so shocking and audacious, it defied the norms and provoked fear in all who spoke of her!Yan Wanqing was seen as an enchantress and a disaster by the people, a thorn in the flesh and a nail in the eye that the ministers wanted desperately removed, an entity everyone shunned as if she were a venomous snake.Only the Crown Prince Mingyue, descending from the divine altar, in the dark, godless alleys, grasped her neck and repeatedly asked her, “Will you marry me or not?”