MTL - The Power of the First Daughter, Doctor and Concubine Dominates the World - Chapter 804 deep talk

“My pants are already off. Stopping now would be a bit redundant, don’t you think?”

Everyone knew the cool, aristocratic Chairman Li was sick, but only Rong Yan knew the man was problematic and sick in the head. That day, she was accosted at the bedroom entrance. Long arms held her against her will as the man leaned into her ear and whispered, “Marry me.” Rong Yan struggled to no avail. Frustrated, she said, “I have a boyfriend of five years.”

“You mean my son is your boyfriend?”

For her baby boy, she was willing to secretly marry this billionaire chairman. From then on, he held the knife for her kills, and poured the gasoline as she set fires. Everyone knew the chairman was possessive and paranoid—and Rong Yan was his bottom line. The five-year-old Li Duidui was at a loss. When Daddy and Mommy fought, was he supposed to help clear up the misunderstanding or close the door on them…

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“The Earth was chosen by the gods, and all humans were sent to another world, participating in a 'Dark Lord and Hero's game'.

Billions of humans played the roles of 'Dark Lord' and 'Hero', each needing to choose their initial race at the beginning.

Ethan Jackson was matched to the 'Dark Lord' faction and became a Dungeon King.

To his surprise, he found that he could see hidden information that others couldn't...

[Goblin Dark Lord] Low-level Bloodline, not recommended.

[Stone Giant Dark Lord] Mid-level Bloodline, not recommended.

[Magical Treant Dark Lord] High-level Bloodline, recommended.

[Golden Divine Dragon Dark Lord] Top-level Bloodline, highly recommended!

...

Heroes coveted Ethan's dungeon, and the treasures within it attracted numerous adventurers.

Among them, there were young Lady Knights, the saints of the royal capital, tsundere female magicians, and innocent but naive female priests...

Ethan could never have anticipated that.

As the game had just begun, the dungeon's Goblin guards caught a Lady Knight and offered her to him as a tribute.”

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Yu Xiao, who is almost hopeless in the terminal stage, has already become a Buddha, waiting to die in the Buddha system every day.
One day, an APP was automatically downloaded on her mobile phone——the patient communication forum of the Fourth Hospital.
Fourth hospital? Isn’t the local fourth hospital a psychiatric hospital?
Click in and see the first post:
【Morgue Raiders Guide】
Yu Xiao: ???
The second post: [Inventory of the ghosts I have encountered over the years]
Yu Xiao: It really deserves to be a mental illness exchange forum.
【Teach you step by step to become a talisman master! 】
This seems to be quite interesting!
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Terror fell that night, and the hospital was shrouded in blood. An indescribable monster wandered around pushing the cart outside the ward, “Let me see who is being misbehaved again?”
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That night the house-watching ghost lifted Yu Xiao’s quilt, and the house-watching ghost touched the talisman beside Yu Xiao’s pillow, and the house-watching ghost was bombarded by five thunders.
The house-watching ghost is crying, why do high-level talismans appear in the novice dungeon?!

Read the guide:
1. If there is no accident, it will be updated at 20:00 every day.
2. Strong women, the heroine is not very serious and talks a lot.
3. There is a male protagonist, but it will not appear at the beginning.

Content tags: Horror, strong woman, unlimited flow, cool text
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