MTL - Great Medicine Without Borders - Chapter 83 take the chance

The apocalyptic girl Luo Qiao dressed as a poor little girl with supernatural powers.

I got a space by chance, which is really gratifying.

However, he found that he not only traveled through but also wore a book, and the original body in the book had a tragic fate!

Hehe, with powers and space in hand, Luo Qiao said she didn’t need anyone.

But the disabled boss in the village, who was said to be eccentric, wanted to help her everywhere.

Luo Qiao rolled her eyes, hehe, it’s not bad to hug your thighs and find a backer first.

See how a beautiful wife is raised, and see how Luo Qiao is free. …

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The world had changed when the System arrived, alongside the Cataclysm that filled the world with monsters. The technology was gone, replaced by classes and skills that allowed the people to fight back. When Devon ended up as a Blacksmith, a class that didn’t grant Intelligence, he had to face the reality, that his old career that he loved - mathematical sociologist - was over. Instead, he had ended up as yet another discarded member of the production class, overshadowed by the existence of the System Shops to the point of total marginalization. But, what if all he needed was to reapply his scientific thinking to the System...

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