Unrivaled Medicine God - Chapter 3029 - Return of the Hero!

Lin Qingyan was born without pain, and Master Gu was afraid that his baby would be injured and didn’t know, so he used this reason to check people’s whole body every day.
Shuangjie/Sweet pet
The cold and well-behaved little beauty is attacked by x indifferent and domineering business tycoons
(ps: Shou is born without pain, even if injured)
In the last life, Lin Qingyan was deceived by a scumbag, framed by Bai Lianhua, abused and beaten by netizens, and finally died miserably in a broken house.
After his rebirth, he decided to stay away from the scumbag and the white lotus, and concentrate on his career, only to find that the man who took care of him before his death in his previous life turned out to be a well-known business tycoon – Gu Fei.
The Gu family in Nancheng is a famous and wealthy family. It is rumored that the head of the Gu family, Gu Fei, is cold-hearted and never gets close to people.
Until one day he picked up a homeless little poor man on the road and brought him home.
The poor little girl was very good and soft, she didn’t resist when she was bullied, she just lowered her eyes and blushed.
The child is so good, Master Gu can only pamper him, and he is afraid of falling when he holds it in the palm of his hand.
It turned out that all the encounters were premeditated for a long time.
Sylvia Lin finally understood who really loved him.
small theater:
①Yan Yan was born without pain, and Master Gu was afraid that his baby would be injured and didn’t know, so he used this reason to check people’s whole body every day.
②Yan Yan was on the show, and there was a part of calling the parents. Yan Yan called Gu Ye, Gu Ye smiled and explained to the show team: I will ask you to take care of my children. By the way, it’s not my father, I am his husband.

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Layton awoke in a new world, what he thought was just a normal medieval world with wizards turned out to be much more.

Wizards, Magic, gods, Martial arts,numerous worlds, and grand civilizations that run through numerous multiverse in the void, a place filled with countless planes and numerous planar universes.

On such a grand stage nothing is truly impossible. Follow on the epic journey as Layton rises from a mortal on a weak plane as he follows the wizard path to the peak and beyond.

Here, only those with spiritual roots can cultivate while those with mortal roots are destined to stay mortal.

Mo Wuji only has mortal roots, but will he only remain as a mortal?

My name is Yan, and since I was a child, I’ve been able to see some strange things.For example—In elementary school, our new neighbor Aunt Tan had a pair of all-around genius twins, who were like the “precious little geniuses” with halos above their heads. They could recite the English-Chinese dictionary backwards at three, master both Chinese and Western musical instruments by five, and hack into a country’s database by seven…Growing up next to such prodigies, my life was inhumane, tragic, and constantly subjected to comparisons.To escape the comparisons with these “other people’s children,” I specifically applied to a private boarding school for middle school.On my first day, my deskmate was a small, thin girl with bangs, wearing an old uniform, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s.Three months later, she woke up from a nap with a “rebirth” halo above her head.She moved effortlessly among the cold academic genius, the wolf-like school bully, the fierce boss, and the gentle childhood friend, leaving me, a lonely onlooker, utterly amazed.By university, I thought I had finally escaped this abnormal world.But as soon as I stepped into my dorm room, my footsteps froze.My roommates each had halos like “ancient times to modern,” “post-apocalyptic superhuman,” “will die if not spending money,” and “ghost king revival.”I clutched my little blanket and applied to the counselor for a room change, but to no avail.Over time, I gradually got used to it. “Handover systems,” “management systems,” “book transmigration,” “infinite worlds,” “three-and-a-half-year-olds,” “interstellar live streams,” “red envelope groups”…The types of halos kept increasing, and I was able to calmly ignore all of it, focusing on my own life.Every morning, I skillfully helped my “ancient to modern” roommate, who was being blacklisted online, dodge campus paparazzi and secure seats for class.At noon, I assisted my tycoon roommate in distributing today’s haul of luxury skincare and designer bags, tasting the city’s top private chef’s custom lunchbox, and exclaiming with emotion, “Darling, can I really accept these?”In the evening, I enjoyed the flowers and plants cultivated by my superhuman roommate on the balcony, tasting a mutated cherry tomato and commenting, “I feel refreshed and purified.”Late at night, when my ghost king roommate quietly climbed back through the window, I peeked out to ask, “You’re back a bit late today, didn’t bring anything back, did you?”My name is Yan, and I am not the protagonist of this world.