MTL - I Just Wanted To Retire and I Was Forced To Become a General - v2 Chapter 1337 Copy, everyone copy

He had been reincarnated, he thought that he didn't cheat until suddenly he noticed someone invite him on a group chat.[Do you wish to join Dimensional Chat Group?]MC: "Accept!"---------------------------------------------Cover not mine, it's from anime Yosuga no Sora---------------------------------------------https://www.patreon.com/akikan40Maybe I'll be full of energy to write your favorite fanfic.

Chen Meimei was 180 cms tall with rolls of fat all over her body. When she walked, she would jiggle left and right, like a big pumpkin.

Fu Bainian was a handsome man with a tall, slender build, and wherever he went all eyes would follow him. He walked in the spotlight and lived like a movie star.

When their parents proposed marriage, Fu Bainian sneered and thought to himself, ‘she’s a toad wishing to eat swan meat’. He firmly rejected any thoughts of marriage.

But then…

“Hey look, President Fu’s following Chen Meimei again!”

“Isn’t President Fu slapping his face at this point?”

Great President Fu had a bitter expression on his face. He had no choice! Who decided to let the person that he’d secretly loved for so many years be reborn into the body of such a fatty?!

A Sword Dao expert, mastering Sword Control across thousands of miles, traverses heaven and earth.An Peak Alchemy Master with supreme power, their Medicine City can revive the dead and regenerate bones.A Talismanic Elixir can annihilate strong enemies and demons.The youngest Eternal Life Pill Master of the continent is betrayed during the refining of an Immortal Pill.Three years later, a young man named Chu Feng from the fallen Sword King Mansion joins the Ten Thousand Sword Sect.The enemies and treacherous disciples who once opposed the Eternal Life Pill Master are now in utter fear.

[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.