Medical and Martial God - Chapter 347: Who Beat You into This Mess

“They say the eyes are the window to the soul.”But what if your soul isn't human?Yuki always felt different... too quiet, too distant, too aware of things that shouldn’t exist. But when a strange voice calls him kitsune under a moonlit sky, his world shatters.Awakening powers he can’t control, chased by shadows from a forgotten world, Yuki is thrown into a realm of spirits, mythic creatures, and ancient war.As his true nature begins to surface, so do enemies... and allies... with secrets of their own.This is the beginning of his awakening.And the mythos has only just begun.

Others transmigrate to the world of cultivation, with a Golden Finger all the way till the end;Jiang Tang, however, gets slapped by reality until he becomes reclusive.After honestly farming for three years, Jiang Tang suddenly discovers that he now has a Spirit Field Space, and the Spirit Field is actually producing rare Spirit Grass, Spiritual Medicine, martial arts manuals, and even ancient treasures that had vanished long ago!Thus, Jiang Tang also gains his own Golden Finger.Years later, Jiang Tang accidentally cultivates himself into an All-Around master and ascends, teary-eyed, he exclaims—“Transmigration has been fair to me, the Golden Finger comes of its own accord.”

He rescued her. It took him eight years to pamper her into the most beautiful woman in the city. Anyone who dared to lay a finger on her would die!

Little did he know, she had long set his sights on him. She considered him as her possession. Did someone look at her man? It didn’t matter if the person was a man or a woman. She’d torture them in the most horrible way possible! However, to her surprise…

“Are you done playing?” He forced her into a corner. That’s when she found out that he’d known all along…

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Every trace of my entire youth is engraved with the same name.

When I see the trees on the street and the clouds on the horizon, I will think of him unconsciously.

I remember the bubble tea he ordered for me, and the sparklers he lit up for me.

Those memories supported me through difficult days and made me think I was special at one point.

When I was young, I often wondered, is it possible? Even if it is one in ten thousand, what if I am the heroine in his story?

I have said goodbye to him countless times, on the phone, on WeChat, face to face, every time without pressure, because I know there will be another meeting.

But this time is different, Xu Jiamu, this time I really want to say goodbye to you.

“Goodbye, Xu Jiamu.”

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