MTL - Godly Empress Doctor - Chapter 187 I have never been jealous in my life!

Transmigrating into a different world where Guardian Beasts reign supreme, Gu Xing is supposed to be the chosen one envied by all!The first Guardian Beast he summons turns out to be a rare Epic Level Enchanting Demon!However, just as all eyes are on him, this Enchanting Demon betrays him in public.“Master, he's offering too much!”She then turns to the embrace of a rich heir, leaving behind a scene full of ridicule.Yet no one knew, Gu Xing has awakened a system that could see through all Guardian Beasts' training paths!Amidst the laughter of the crowd, he contracts with an Angel deemed “crippled.”After using materials to heal her wounds, the Angel fully recovers...Gold... Legendary Talent!​

Qin Yun, fallen crown prince of Qin Empire. Inherits the martial legacy of nine sun world. The superb martial legacy in his arsenal, insane inscription techniques in his fingertips, surrounded by enemies and beauties abound. But Qin Yun is not satisfied, he wants to go beyond the nine suns into the great astral infinity, to become a GOD.

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