MTL - Divine Doctor: Daughter of the First Wife - Chapter 1203 Great funeral

Married for four years, there was no love in the life of Su Ran and Song Ting Yu. They were forced to marry because of Su Ran’s pregnancy. Ting Yu thought Su Ran was a foxy woman that tricked him with a purpose to enter the Song household, that’s why after the night after they both said the wedding vow, he immediately went overseas to be with his love and never came back even once​ to see his son.

Four years later, Song Wei Xi, the son of Su Ran and Song Ting Yu, was diagnosed with a rare illness. Madame Song, Ting Yu’s grandmother, knew this situation was urgent and asked Song Ting Yu to come home to help with this situation. Song Ting Yu couldn’t help but come back home, he came back to face his forgotten wife and child. Su Ran promised Ting Yu that she will sign the divorce paper if he agreed​ to help. Will Song Ting Yu agree with this proposal? Will he still leave after the recovery of Song We Xi or will he stay? Will love start to grow in their family?

- Description from Novelupdates

In a survival game to select new Gods, mankind is summoned to another world filled with different races.

In a world where everyone changes jobs, I actually awakened to a unique dual career.

And a life-defying career?

High-quality items to cherish? I synthesize directly.

Cherish high-quality skills? I synthesize directly.

Senior pet cherish? I continue to synthesize, wait, how did this beast girl become so big after synthesis?

Let’s start with the synthesis of three skeleton summoning books…

Synthesis – [Undead Army]

Three more dark staffs to synthesize…

Synthesis – [Death Scepter]

The game competition of billions of races in the universe, our solar system, can we earthlings stand on a broader stage!

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The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”