MTL - Path of Medicine With a System - v2 Chapter 1844 sequelae

In a world where Magic reigned supreme, Ruling over the Mythic Elements were the Holy Magicians of the Sacred Elements.

A young prodigy, Gabriel was selected as the Holy Priest in the Church of the Magic of Light. He was the youngest mage to awaken the most coveted element of light; his future was supposed to be bright... But one day, he disappeared as if the darkness had swallowed him up.

As Gabriel walked on the thin line between life and death while fighting for his life, something came in his life... Something that was going to change his life and the world forever...

Step on this unforgettable journey of light and darkness that transcends boundaries of space and time like never before...

From the poor little girl who ate hundreds of meals in the small mountain village to the wealthy lady, the five-year-old Nuan Nuan lived a life of being favored by the whole family.

The elder brother is cold and reticent, he is the heir of the Gu family

The second brother is a genius with a gentle personality and high IQ, and the youngest professor in the research institute.

Third brother is a top star with fans all over the world.

The fourth brother is a cold and talented doctor who can save his life in the hands of the king of hell

Wu Ge is a talented painter, and a painting is worth millions.

Brother Six is ​​a wild school bully

Seventh brother has a black belly and a bear child, he is the king of children.

And Nuan Nuan was favored by his brothers after returning home.

Note: Not all elder brothers are biological elder brothers, there are cousins ​​and cousins.

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