MTL - Medical Princess - ~ Touching Porcelain (XV)

Su Yao, who was clearly a real daughter but died, was reborn.

In her last life, she swallowed her anger, and then she was cruel and cruel.

No one would think it would be too fishy to suck her blood.

Once again, she will be the last month, crowned with pearls, shining brightly.

Someone followed behind her while digging a hole for her, and painstakingly persuaded her:

Without so much effort, do you see the crown on my head?

You are the most gorgeous one above.

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Having reincarnated as a disciple of Patriarch Bodhi, yet being rather poor at cultivation, Patriarch Bodhi actually had him take Sun Wukong under his wing?In order to change Sun Wukong's fate, Wang Yang had no choice but to make Sun Wukong settle down a bit, and afterwards, the style of Journey to the West changed.East Sea Dragon King: “Jade Emperor, how can I give him the treasure and Jingu Bang if this monkey doesn't come to the Eastern Sea? I really have no other way.”Taibai Jinxing: “Jade Emperor, I tried to make him the Great Sage Equalling Heaven, but he flatly refused, even saying he have no other hobbies and that raising horses suits him!”Tathagata: “How can I seal Sun Wukong if he doesn't make a scene? And after causing a ruckus, he even seals himself?”The powers that be who arranged Journey to the West were all stunned...

At the end of the story, I found myself in the body of a hidden villain, betraying the heroines. Since I’m not particularly concerned about the end of the world, I’m calmly waiting for the finale… “You’re the only one who truly appreciated my painting of the boa.” “When I make plans to meet you at four, my heart starts racing at three... is this what they call being tamed?” For some reason, the heroines are starting to take an interest in me.

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.