MTL - Lovers Always on the Counterattack - Chapter 150

As soon as I opened my eyes, I had a thrilling caesarean section.

Looking at the younger brothers and younger sisters waiting to be fed in their arms, the skinny second and third younger sisters, and the weak and delicate mother.

Hua Jiujiu decides to stay away from his best relatives and make a fortune.

After breaking off relatives and going out, everyone in the village said:

If there is no food at home, they will starve to death.

Oh, there are several acres of grain in the space, waiting for her to cut.

If the family has no money, they will not be able to survive.

Oh, with one-handed medical skills, the flesh and bones of the living dead, for a place of treatment, the princes and nobles all robbed their heads.

If there is no man in the family, they will be bullied.

Oh, uh, this…

Hua Jiujiu ran to the back hill to break the thatched hut, cornering a certain man.

“Man, marry me!”

I thought I could live a peaceful and beautiful life in the country.

But I didn’t think that one day, this man transformed into a mighty God of War prince who shook the world.

Hua Jiujiu shivered and hid in the corner.

The man pulled her into his arms, his eyes full of pampering.

“Lady, how do you want my husband to serve you at night?”

- Description from novelbuddy

30 year old Lu Ziwen was born in poverty and after struggling for a lifetime, he is finally able to perform in the Golden Hall symbolizing the highest honor. However, an hour before taking the stage, he was killed by his lover.

With eyes opened once more, he was unexpectedly born again in the body of the fallen star Qi Mu!

Who controls the world with notes?

Who is the king of the classics?

Qi Mu: I’ve conquered you; I am the king of classical music!

Min Chen: … As long as you are happy.

This is a story of a reborn violinist, vengeance, struggling for the top, and dominating the world of classical music!

- Description from Novelupdates

An advertising director is reborn in 1988 Hollywood as an eighteen-year-old blond-haired westerner named Eric Williams.

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.“Is there magic in this world?”Facing Bailuo’s question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, “No.”“But there are miracles.”“What are miracles?”“A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit.”The uncle said, “Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder.”“Magic!”Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, “This is definitely magic!”“No.”His uncle said, “These are truly miracles.”Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, “This is a miracle…”