MTL - For a Prosperous World - Chapter 92 : No one is crying, just to make the flames smoke

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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Recently, Xiang Changkong has been making food deliveries to Xu Lian. After delivering takeout after takeout, he eventually becomes the delivery.

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“I, Tang Li, will only marry the most powerful and influential man in the world!”The powerful man, Song Boyan, was the man she was clinging onto now. The man was holding a cigarette between his fingers. He touched her chin softly.“Do you know what you are talking about?”“I want to be Mrs. Song.”Mr. Song laughed aloud.“You do like to brag. Aren’t you afraid of its consequences?”He received a kiss just as he was done talking.Her previous life was awful because she had loved the wrong man. After her rebirth, she had made a vow that she wanted to set things straight for herself. However, she had clung onto a powerful man in the end. Their marriage was rather chaotic too.“Sir, Madam has ruined the eastern wall of the manor.”“Protect her well. Don’t let her hurt herself.”“Sir, Madam said that she wants to run away from home with the young master.”Mr. Song sighed and put down the documents in his hands.“Send them to wherever they want to go. Don’t let them get lost on the way,” Mr. Song ordered.

Leaning against the attic window, Luo Manman was on the verge of falling.

Her long hair obscured her expressions. With an innately ugly face, even her best efforts could hardly make her figure remotely normal.

Just as she was somewhat inclined to end it all.

[Would you like a better appearance? In exchange for a different life?] A voice named Pandora sounded in her ears.

Luo Manman quirked her lips into a faint smile and gave an unexpected reply: I don’t want it.

[…..]

After Pandora offered her one benefit after another, Luo Manman agreed to this game of life.

Pretending to breathe with difficulty

Starting to peddle composure

The already filthy viscera

Buried under the striking appearance

Was the new life of this skin really a salvation?

Or a cover up of a thrilling sin?

A story about the intersection of skin and destiny unfolded…