Medical Master - Chapter 1988 - Gut Wound to Hemorrhoids…

“Look at you, you were this teeny-weeny when you were little.”Using both hands, Shao Zifeng gestures how small his pet beast used to be. He then raises his head and looks at the gigantic being in front of him.“Just how did you grow into this ferocious form?”

The high-level face of the fantasy world is the supreme god, the light and darkness dominate the night seven winds, and an accident occurs when opening up a new world.

A body of Tongtian cultivation base was extracted cleanly by the newly created world, and turned into the source of the new world. The supreme divine body degenerated into the baby state when it was just born. , under the protection of the last trace of the law of light and darkness, he fell to the Douluo Continent. By chance, he was rescued by Juyueguan who was out on a mission, and was carried back to Wuhun City by Saint Bibi Dong… .

Ye Qifeng: Dirty things and dog things, don’t ask me why I am targeting you.

because……

Wuhun Temple, I’ll protect it!

Postscript: Some settings in this article are different from those in the original book, including certain time and plot settings, which are subject to this book.

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As soon as he opened his eyes, Li Ming was plunged into these tumultuous interstellar spaces, where countless civilizations held their shotguns at the ready, eyeing everything in the universe with covetous intent. For him, the most crucial issue at hand was solving the problem of food and warmth.Fortunately, he could control special items and gain special ability bonuses—【Thunderclap Armored Exoskeleton—Grade D】【Control Effect: Power Amplification—100%】【Control Ability—Armored Four Arms: Develops four mechanical arms to aid in combat, and amplifies control by 50% with Thunder Element.】He could even evolve it—【Electromagnetic Power Engine】→【Cold Nuclear Reactor】→…【Stellar Furnace】………An evolutionary path with no boundaries in sight, a supreme arsenal spread across the galaxies, and a grand expedition fleet casting endless blood and fire.When Li Ming unfolded the prism wings that covered planets and fired the super-range photon lasers, and the Stellar Furnace in his chest blossomed with a brilliance far surpassing the sun’s, supported by computational power from the Quantum Photon Calculator...In the universe, countless life forms exclaimed, “Flesh is weak; ascend through machinery!”Li Ming helplessly said, “but this really isn't mechanical ascension...”

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