MTL - My Classmate is 200 Million Years Old - Chapter 47 Give birth

Making poison, studying poison, and playing with poison is her hobby and fascination.Saving people, killing people, and torturing people - those are considered her virtues and ethics.Indeed, she is a doctor - a term that might be more appropriately shortened to... physician!She has the medical code of ethics, yet lacks the empathy. Her patient care is purely dependent on her mood.An injury led to a fortuitous encounter, making two individuals completely unrelated to each other cross paths.Later on, as the woman became a military doctor...In their first meeting, she saved him from the brink of death. The location of his wound was “a wake-up call”.And in their next meeting, when she offered - to devote herself to him!His response was: “I... am willing.”She said: “I was actually just joking.”For Mu Lin, there are only two types of people in the world: the sick, and the deceased.For Jing Chen, the world also only consists of two types of people: family, and soldiers.However, when he met her; when she met him, everything was bound to undergo chemical changes.Mini TheaterOne day, a dandy with an enchanting posture and seductive eyes said: “From now on, all of me belongs to you.”This Poison Doctor, leaning forward revealing a slight smile, “Are you serious about what you said?” in a place he couldn't see, the silver needle in her hand flashed with a cold glint.Snapshot TheaterIn the future, the child asks: “Mommy, why was your taste so bad back then, choosing this daddy to be my daddy?” How contemptuous.Mu Lin: “This is a serious question, I need to think it over carefully.” She definitely needed to think it over thoroughly.The child, full of high spirits: “Certainly this daddy is not your true love.” The next second, an aria flies past, “Wife,” came a voice filled with aggrievement.“Good.”People only know that women are oblivious to Master Jing's eyes, but they don't realize that from their first encounter, her figure has already silently approached him.Some say that Mu Lin was taken down off her lofty pedestal by Master Jing, but Mu Lin wants to say, she did it willingly.[I'm incapable of writing a good summary, please refer to the main text for the story! Come and take the plunge!]Moreover: For recommendations check out my older works: [Overbearing Marriage: Cold wife of a wealthy family after rebirth] [Master Jing's colorful life: Doting on a spoiled wife]My new book [Art of Seduction: Master, hurry up and wear a condom] is looking for favorites.

“Don't worry, dear. I won't let him touch my body even if I am forced to marry him. My love and my body will always be yours only. I am doing this to protect us. Please wait for me till I find a way out of this.”“Of course...I will wait for you...I trust you...” This poignant moment captures the profound love between a couple bound by their hearts. Yet, what unfolds when the man discovers his beloved has been ensnared in a trap she can never escape? What if his cherished woman is being manipulated by another man, unbeknownst to him? What if, while he sleeps, she is being ravaged by multiple men? The central question remains: Will her love for him endure, or will she be consumed by the abyss of corruption and lust? Dive into NTR Sagas, a collection of the most heart-wrenching and dark NTR stories, and explore the depths of human emotions in the face of betrayal and desire.

The sky and the earth are infinitesimal as a grain, and a life of peace is like the sea.

Lu Heng, who crossed over to the other world, found himself transformed into a huge white wolf, a mountain God of a remote mountain with a group of villagers under his rule.

In this strange and wild world, demons and giant beasts run rampant, and human order is almost non-existent.

These, however, are not what Lu Heng needs to think about. What he needs to think about now is how to tell this group of villagers that he does not need little girls.

Besides, he actually doesn’t want to be a God anymore…

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”