Super Template System In Marvel and Beyond - Chapter 156: Avengers XXI

In the age of the Great Liang Dynasty, the lives of the people were made convenient with steam-powered machines that run on a fuel named Violetstream Gold. Chang Geng, who lived in a small countryside village, shared a distant relationship with his mother while his stepfather was away most of the year round, and the only people he was close to were two little kids, the village teacher, and his yi fu – adoptive father. But his life was flipped upside down one day following the barbaric Man tribes’ invasion, and it turned out that his entire identity had been an illusion – not only was Chang Geng himself not the country boy he thought he was, but also his mother, his teacher, and even his beloved yi fu…

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Cho Kang-hyuk, the owner of a large fitness center, woke up to find himself a young disciple at Shaolin Temple.

She was the eldest daughter of a famous doctor in Beijing. She was the “Cold Hell King” who was feared by everyone in Beijing. In her previous life, she was used by a scumbag man. She caused him, his family to be ruined, and he died in the basement. In her second life, she stepped on a scumbag man, a scumbag woman, and her three brothers pampered her to the heavens! The three young masters of the Jiang family were scrambling to be the first to do so. “Shui Su is my younger sister, I'll pamper her!” A certain young master Fu in Beijing coldly raised the chin of the woman in his arms with jealousy. “Tell me, who are you?” Ye Shui Su’s eyes rippled slightly. “Linnan, I'm your person.” How could he not believe such provocative words? Fu Linnan’s icy hand moved to the woman’s slender waist. “You can’t just say whether you’re one of my people or not.” [Rebirth + Counterattack + Team Pet + socketed + 1v1 + Female Lead Snatch] [Reborn + Counterattack + Team Pet + 1v1 + Female Lead Snatch]

[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.