Biochemical Martial Arts: Supreme Heavenly Venerate - Chapter 11 - 10: Mysterious Blood Drop

Copy 1:

The entire entertainment circle knows that Xia Rong and Su Chi seem to be natural enemies. Same period of debut, same period of increasing popularity, opposing each other in their careers, fans constantly ripping into each other in a frenzy.

Xia Rong began with this thought as well, all the way until he found out Su Chi’s secret —— Su Chi could shapeshift?!

Su Chi: “The issue of me turning into a cat, help me keep it a secret.”

Xia Rong: “Why should I!”

Su Chi: “Since you pet me… … for an entire night.”

Xia Rong: “… …”

Copy 2:

Ever since Xia Rong found out that Su Chi could turn into a cat, moreover, shape shift ignores the location, time, as well as the person in question’s wishes, the other often relies on him to help cover up.

Former rivals transform into the obedient cat until the palm, Xia Rong happily rubs the cat: “Hahahaha Su Chi, even you have today! Meow… … Meow meow meow ao?”

Surprises always come suddenly.

Xia Rong was unresigned: “Meow ow ow ow! Is shapeshifting into a cat infectious?!”

Su Chi: “Don’t be afraid, I’ll steal cat food to raise you ^_^”

Some people appear to be well off, in reality, not only do they have a cat in private, the cat is also their boyfriend =v=

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A cell that was born at the beginning of the life of a planet will see the rise and decline of countless civilizations, the speciation and extinction of organisms. Under the endless calamities of the world, nothing remains unchanging. Only by continuously changing oneself and evolving in the face of adversity could one achieve perfect victory.

The story starts from a little cell…

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Forget history. Forget legacy. Forget passion.The future of football is a formula, and eighteen-year-old Michael Sterling is about to prove it.While his father, Richard, clings to the romantic, decaying dream of their beloved Northwood FC, Michael sees only one thing: failure.The club is a joke, staring down the barrel of relegation with a wage bill that could bankrupt a small nation.His solution? Sell. His father's? A lecture about the club's “soul.”Mocked by his friends and infuriated by his father's refusal to face reality, Michael snaps.He’s done trying to fix the past; he's going to build the future.Liquidating his lavish lifestyle, he gambles everything he has on a radical experiment: to create a football club run purely by logic.He'll scout with algorithms, sign players based on statistical value, and manage with cold, calculated strategy. He’s building a machine designed for one purpose: to dominate.This is the story of a young genius who declares war on the old ways, determined to build an empire so successful it will force his father, and the entire football world, to admit he was right.Can a club without a soul conquer the beautiful game?

Big news! Big news!

The people of Qingzhou spread the word to each other.

After 200 years of not having any daughters, the Jiang family of Xijin Ferry has finally given birth to a baby girl.

Legend has it that this baby girl was born with great good fortune.

On the day she was born, the long drought-stricken land was blessed with sweet rain.

A few days after she was born, when her elders went up the mountain to hunt, they found a huge spiritual mushroom, resolving the family’s urgent need.

Half a year after she was born, her father topped the imperial exam and was appointed as the top scholar, bringing glory to their ancestors. After becoming an official, under the blessings of little darling, he successively grew new high-yield grain varieties that yielded thousands of catties per mu, shocking the world. It was smooth sailing all the way as he rose through the ranks.

The noble lords looked at Jiang Yuqing subtly gaining favor from the Emperor on behalf of his father, and then at their own daughters who only knew how to fight for attention and be jealous. Tears of envy flowed from the corners of their mouths.

Jiang’s father weakly raised his hand: I swear I didn’t teach her that, do you believe me?

The lords: Tsk…

Seeing the little girl become more and more outstanding, drawing a frenzied swarm of admirers, a certain prince was finally enraged, his sword sweeping across and leaving blood flowing like a river: A flower raised by me, how dare you!