Evil Dragon: The young dragon I picked up keeps planning on becoming an empress - Chapter 702 - 403

In the near future of South Korea, where everything is determined by aptitude tests, the protagonist Kang Moon-soo gets the job of a “Shaman”.“A shaman? What’s that? Do you earn a lot of money? Is it stable?”The profession of shaman has nothing in common with Moon-soo’s aspirations. He ends up becoming a freelance problem solver, a million light-years away from a stable life!Will Kang Moon-soo be able to sustain a livelihood as a shaman?

She was there only for a blind date, but had been mistaken as the third person to seduce the men. She angrily cursed, “I don't know that scum!” As a result, she had been pestered by this “scum” ever since.

She became his wife because of an agreement of “secret marriage”. They clearly said that they wouldn't touch each other, but this Mr. Huo actually went back on his word in the blink of an eye. Not only did he forcibly take her body, but he also wanted her heart. “I want —” “Well, I’ll satisfy you!” He agreed immediately. However, what she actually wanted to say was, “I want a divorce,” but she ended up being carried to bed by him …

Reborn in a parallel world, he became a rookie fishing channel host.On the first day of fishing, he caught a corpse, unexpectedly solving a major case.On the second day, he caught a broken radio, miraculously receiving a broadcast from the future.On the third day, he caught a book of intrinsic skills, casually practicing it and becoming a supreme master.On the fourth day, he caught a string of ancient coins, uncovering a thousand-year-old sunken ship.......On the nth day, he caught a nuclear submarine.Fang Hao was baffled.Why couldn't he catch a fish but instead caught all sorts of strange things???The online audience was also stunned. When would he actually catch a real fish?

Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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