MMORPG: Rebirth as an Alchemist - Chapter 697 Heartfelt Cry of a Hundred-Year-Old Child

Yun Luo Feng, Hua Xia Medicial School’s genius, died from an accident and her soul attached to Long Xia mainland’s General family’s useless eldest miss.

This waste of an eldest miss not only can’t read or practice martial arts, but is big chested, has no brain, is arrogant and self-willed.

Since having the crown prince as a perfect fiance isn’t enough, she actually snatched a pretty boy in public, leading to the crown prince annulling the marriage.

But she couldn’t stand the annulment and hanged herself.

Opening her eyes again, she is no longer the previous useless miss.

She contracted a God’s puppet and carries a spiritual space. With wonderful hands that can rejuvenate and medical skills that overturn the world!

Both the the royal descendants and nobles above and the merchants below, all compete to curry her favor. Even His Royal Highness, the crown prince,who previously broke the engagement, came knocking on the door wanting to reconcile.

In regard to this, a mysterious man finally couldn’t endure: “Whoever dares to come and harass my woman, let them come but never return!”

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Reborn into the Lin Family of the cultivator clan, with system notifications at handAll sorts of opportunities followed one after another, and all kinds of calamities and dangers did not touch himLeading the family, step by step, they ascended to the gates of immortality.[Mortal Flow][Family Clan Flow][Beast Taming]

What if life could be repeated?

But he became the clan uncle who was once called a lunatic?

Alas, wearing open-crotch pants in front of me, crawling on the ground, is it my two-year-old self?

I originally wanted to give my former self more New Year’s money, but I never thought that I would go from a braised pork stall to a food giant, from a small factory to an industrial empire.

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Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.