My Hubby Can't Stop Pampering Me - Chapter 118 - 119: Ten Complete Great Supplement Pills (3)

Ceres, a magic swordman who has been treated as a burden in the party, is finally dismissed by Zect, the hero and leader of the party. He realized that all of his childhood friends belonged to Zect and there was nowhere for him to stay, so he decided to go off on his own…

However, he’s actually a reincarnated person and used to be much older, so he didn’t really bear it that much when he was expelled.

And he was… well, from here on out, you’ll have to read on to find out.

Upon traversing through time, Divine Doctor Qi Yu became a foolish Princess, the kind doomed to be entombed alongside her husband. Fortunately, her medical skills were exceptional. With a unique secret technique, she fished a certain Prince out of his coffin and performed a spectacle of raising the “dead.”Everyone said that after dying once, the Qi Family's useless Second Miss seemed to have transformed into someone else. Not only did she punch pure lotuses and kick duplicitous teas, but she also possessed the Resurrection Technique and mastered all sorts of martial arts, turning the entire capital city upside down.All the civil and military officials of the court begged the Prince to divorce his wife, yet the Prince, with an expressionless face, retorted, “The one spoiled by this Prince, if you can't stand it, just suck it up.”

Yang Yan found himself becoming a corpse. But before he could stay for a minute, the lid of his coffin was opened.A stunning face appeared in front of him.Leng Biyue!As the Holy Maiden of the Fairy Maiden Sect, she possessed the quasi-empire bloodline!Blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, fell, and landed on Yang Yan's face.His eyes opened!“The Sword Dao Emperor, who was buried for 100,000 years, has come to life once again!”

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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