The Healer Demands Payment! - Chapter 127.1: Thdp Ch Part 1 A Menacing Choice (I)

In each world, there would be the ultimate blackened female lead called Lin Xia, and each of them would’ve drowned in the light of their first love, aka the moonlight. Unsurprisingly, all of these moonlights were beautiful, attracting the love and adoration of Lin Xia, but in each and every world, the moonlight would eventually leave in the end, ultimately causing the blackening of Lin Xia’s fragile heart.

Years later, when the blackened Lin Xia finally fell for another woman, the special memories of the moonlight which was buried deep within her blackened heart began to fade, replaced by the light of the true soulmate.

And when the memories of the moonlight faded to almost nothing, the moonlight returned abruptly, only to be rejected by the moved-on Lin Xia. Filled with a crazed sense of jealousy, the moonlight began to destroy the new couples’ lives, only to be hated entirely and finally, crushed cruelly by the angered female lead.

And this is where the story begins, as a world-hopper, Ye SangSang would complete her missions in these worlds.

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This was a world ruled by summoners. In this world, summoners were the most remarkable existences that took center stage. When the mysterious, higher world was within reach, when the recollection of the glorious Huaxia civilization overlapped with reality, the story of the summoners in Great Flame Republic unfolds…

A dangerous neon-lit city in a shattered post-war world.

The wilderness outside the city was wild and uncontrolled, the superhuman roamed beneath the cover of the night’s rain, xenomorphs prowled the streets.

Oligarchic company, extraordinary program, prosthetic limbs, spiritual network, street gangs.

Gu He only desire after transmigrating was to become a salted fish. But even if you wanted to, you couldn’t.

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The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”