Global Fog Survival - Chapter 68: Underground Crisis

[Fireworks in the world are the most soothing to the hearts of mortals!]

“There is no temple at the age of eighty-two,”

“Sixty-nine years of worry.”

“The world is hard,”

“Long life is not easy.”

“Yin and Yang are reversed in a dream, and in the next life… I beg!”

【Name】: Lu Chen

[Identity]: Master of Changchun Temple

【Repair】: None

[Cultivation method]: Immortal Changchun Kung Fu (can be upgraded!) +

[Spell]: Control swordsmanship (upgrade conditions can be expanded!)

“Expand!”

“upgrade!”

……………………………..

PS: Upgrade, relax, cultivate immortals, demons, ghosts…

- Description from novelbuddy

Every human on Earth was transformed into a summoned monster and was summoned to another world.

As the only magician and pharmacist on earth, Gu Feng’s life began to ripple…

Earning money is the easiest thing to do.

Got an incurable disease? Get a bottle of bright potion! Guaranteed instant recovery.

Worrying about exam results, worrying about going to school? A bottle of refreshing agent solves the problem, if you are not satisfied, you can return it in full! (Note: Chinese composition scores are not within the scope of the Three Guarantees)

Luxury cars, famous houses… these are not a problem for me.

And that long-legged girl, this is just a simple levitation magic, don’t stare at me with that kind of adoring eyes, okay?

Of course, it’s definitely more than that. Every magician is learned. Astronomy and geography, humanities and social interaction, food appreciation… everything is omnipotent and omnipotent. This article is guaranteed to be cool and exciting!

- Description from novelbuddy

Molitia Clemence was born sickly.

She forgot to cover herself with a blanket and caught a cold. She woke up next to her husband after 10 days just because of a slight cold.

Molitia barely survived between the thin threads of life and death. When she opened her eyes, she noticed that her husband was somehow acting differently than usual…?!

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“Have you eaten?” (Husband)

“Yes.” (Molitia)

“This is the belly of a person who ate?” (Husband)

He frowned as he stroked her flat lower abdomen. He held her wrist carefully, as if it would break. His voice rose.

“Why is your wrist so thin? Are you even human?” (Husband)

“That’s…” (Molitia)

“Butler!” (Husband)

The butler rushed to his angry voice, fidgeting with his wrists.

“Get me food for my wife to eat. Something that will help her stay healthy. Anything is fine.” (Husband)

Molitia’s mouth opened at her husband’s words, but no sound came out. ‘I just had a meal?’