MTL - The Villainous Bosses Mentoring System - Chapter 74 family

A huge disaster [Dark Game] sweeping across the multiverse has come.

When all the players in the game die, the entire civilization will be destroyed together.

Zhang Feng took the last artifact of mankind and was reborn from the future before the beginning of the dark game.

First of all, the first step is to start the game with a life of 100 years, and extract the SSS-level talent [Almighty Power].

The journey to the gods begins here!

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*Fast paced fast slapping modern novel*Jiang AiLin, known as Miss Fox. Why was she called as Miss Fox? It's because she had killed someone while pretending to be the only daughter of the famous Jiang Family.It turns out, from a young age she was pretending to be the daughter of Jiang Family. When her identity was revealed, instead of apologizing she burned the whole house of the Jiang Family, causing for someone to be killed inside the fire!Heinous! Heinous! Everyone in Beijing had at least heard of this story once, especially the socialites who look down on her for being a Foxy woman whose true self was merely filled with hatred.But that woman had walked out of the prison after serving for six years.And... And she had caught the best bachelor as her lover! The eldest son of the Li Family, Li ZiChen.But she didn't come alone. She had came back with a revenge plan, to pay blood with blood.Yet why does this man knowing the people she had killed still agree to love her?!

Instead of causing chaos with my knowledge of the original work, I assisted the protagonist.

I successfully completed the story and now planned to retire and live peacefully.

However, it seems the protagonist still needs my help.

An academy professor? That’s nothing much.

But why is the state of the academy so strange?”

[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.