My Hitman System - Chapter 94 Three Months

As his contract-marriage wife, she just wanted to fulfill the mission given by his mother—having a baby. They didn't love each other, so he always used contraception before they got laid. She had been obedient to him, only to find that he had gone too far! He actually didn't care about their child at all! She couldn't stand it anymore, so she handed him the divorce papers and left, noting: “The world is so huge that I can surely find a better man.”Looking down at her, he retorted, “Come on, your purse strings will tighten up first before you find anyone.”

The Chinese medicine major who stayed up all night to cultivate immortals fell to the ground, and then woke up to the beginning of the Tang Dynasty!

It turns out that this is not the Tang Dynasty in a history textbook, nor the mythical Tang Dynasty in Journey to the West.

However, an unexpected trip to the rat country opened up the mystery of the cultivation path.

Li Dandao, who was inspired to become a member of the immortal spectrum of the Tang Dynasty, started a journey to become a Taoist doctor.

Inherit a small pharmacy at the beginning! Being immortal is not a dream.

What? Your name is Lu Yan? What? Are you Zhong Liquan?

How can the Eight Immortals of Shangdong be without me, Li Dan?

Beijing famous prostitute Bai Peony! Ghost-devouring scholar Zhong Kui.

Qinglian Sword Immortal Li Taibai!

Merry Tang characters! How can it be without me?

Here comes the wine! Sword come! Poetry!

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I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.

Wonder Woman: Why are you Superman’s younger brother? Eric replied: On the first day of travel, I, who was also a baby, climbed into Superman’s baby capsule, pushed him out, occupied the nest by myself, and became a “son of Krypton”.

Superman: Why don’t you save the plane? Eric replied: I will not lift things by stepping on the air.

Batman: Why didn’t kryptonite work for you this time? Eric replied: I originally wanted to get along with you as a Kryptonian, but in exchange it was alienation.

Okay, I’m not pretending anymore, I’ll showdown, I’m a native of the motherland. …… This is a story about a man who was mistaken for a Kryptonian with a template of the motherland, but is actually a sinister and black guy who is doing things in the world of superheroes.

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