MTL - Rebirth of the Supreme Celestial Being - Chapter 22 Look at them

Demon pets, demon soldiers, and demon warriors.

In this bizarre world where everything can be a partner, Du Yu looked at Qian Zhihe with wings flapping in his palm, and couldn’t help falling into deep thought.

Did she just say…she is from the Golden Crow?

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Easy and funny, welcome to the pit.

The works “Nine Stars Poisonous Milk” and “The Lord of Nine Stars” have been completed, and you are welcome to read them.

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*WELCOME TO THE STORY OF THE SWEETEST GIRL WITH THE SEXIEST CHARM*

Lu Tong went to the mountains to study medicine for seven years. After returning home, he discovered that things had changed.

The eldest sister was harmed by others and died.

My brother is in jail, and he is full of injustice;

My old father went to Beijing to complain, but encountered a flood on the way.

My mother went crazy overnight and was burned in the fire.

Lu Tong packed up the medical box and went to Jingzhou to fight.

Pay back debts, pay for lives by killing people!

If there is no judge, I will be Yama!

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Troubles have happened one after another to the eunuch families in Beijing.

The commander of the front department, Pei Yunying, secretly investigated the matter.

The medical woman at Renxin Medical Center became the object of his suspicion.

but……

Before he could find the evidence,

The girl struck him first.

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Crazy criticizing medical woman

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...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.