MTL - Fast Wear: on the Correct Posture of Counterattack - Chapter 1 The end of the glacier (1)

I, Daddy, Paladin,

The first under the stars to bring a baby to PK strong!

If you don’t accept it, come to fight!

Chen Fei looked at the bewildering number of people in front of him who desperately practiced boxing to become a master, sighing.

“Compete? I don’t think so. My motto is never to stand when you can sit.”

So the panel answered his call.

“Extreme Mountain Fist Technique simplification in progress… simplification successful… Extreme Mountain Breathing Technique”

“Extreme Mountain Breathing Method simplification in progress… simplification successful… Breathing”

Chen Fei took a deep breath.

“Extreme Mountain Breathing Method experience +1.”

“…So I can cultivate by breathing alone?”

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A zombie virus started infecting the world one day. The number of infected grew exponentially as days passed... A group of zombies began attacking me and my daughter while we hid at home!

Rooooooar!!!

'I'll sacrifice myself, so please just let my daughter live...'

As I turned into a zombie, I recalled the things I had to protect.

There was only one. My daughter.

“I'm scared...”

“It's alright. Daddy's here.”

I started working on protecting my daughter after having fully turned into a zombie!

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In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.