MTL - The Divine Healer is a Black Lotus - Chapter 443 it's over

When Ye Qing Ran wakes up, she finds that she has transmigrated into a book. She has become the vain, domineering, and evil villain who dies a tragic death.

Wang Sheng is a fortunate soul who was granted a second chance by the heavens.After he died in his previous life, Wang Sheng finds himself waking up in his younger-self’s body while retaining all the memories of his past life. He remembers that he died in a gang fight due to his lack of cultivation level. He had wasted a lot of time in his past life on internet cafés and idling.In this life, Wang Sheng decides to change his fate once and for all by cultivating properly instead of relying on random cultivation methods from the internet. As he seeks guidance from masters of different sects, he is introduced to the world of cultivation, as well as the dangers and evils that lie within. Now that he is involved in the world of cultivation, will Wang Sheng be able to navigate through the dangers of the cultivation world while redeeming himself with the help of his past-life memories?

Crossing the scene of domestic violence, Qiao Ji and Li remarry, and they are another litter of tigers and leopards. Han Qiao picks up a stick to beat the jackal.

She Wen Neng scolded from the street to the end of the street, and the street ruffian vixen who Wu Neng beat called her mother.

She opened shops, bought fields, bought houses, encouraged the hunter to forge ahead, and the three daughters raised all over the country.

Prosperity and wealth are in hand, and husband and wife are both in love. Who does not praise a good life in such a life!

Heng Yi, as an older youth, at the age of twenty-four, when Han Qiao smiled at him, he was moved and lost his soul.

What if she is a junior, holds a golden brick, and has been married before, he is still like a jewel like a treasure.

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I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.