One Piece: The Soul Purchasing Pirate - Chapter 311: Black Magic!

At 35, Lin Zhi finally died from exhaustion on the delivery table!In her life, she was never married or had children, faced with a difficult and bumpy fate, but fortunately, she successfully delivered 3000 babies.After death, she arrived in hell, where King Yan, appreciating her merit, allowed her to be reborn at the age of 20, and even bestowed her with a pair of... Holy Hands for delivering babies?!Lin Zhi was somewhat bewildered, she didn't want to be a midwife again!“King Yan sir, that... actually, you could grant me a cool, super-rich, devastatingly handsome husband who would love me for a lifetime.”King Yama said, “Lin Zhi, I think you'd better come back to hell with me!”

Chen Yu got the heavenly book by accident, and helping others can even gain cultivation and become a fairy.

To this end, Chen Yu started a live broadcast of psychological counseling.

In the live broadcast room, the water friends were all dumbfounded.

“Doctor Chen, are you sure this is psychological counseling?”

“There is no one on the mic who does not break the defense!”

“This crackdown on counterfeiting has actually beaten myself into it.”

Shuiyou: I’m fine, it’s impossible for me to have depression.

Chen Yu: Don’t worry, you will be depressed after I finish speaking.

All the water friends: This is not a psychiatrist, this is a master!

Chen Yu said lightly: Don’t talk nonsense, I just graduated with a bachelor’s degree in psychology.

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Probably Shy Loyal Dog Gong X Slightly Blackbelly Used Goods Shou

When a new neighbor moves in across from Chen Xiao, he sets his sights on the handsome young man, Gu MengYang. Though he’s coming off a bad breakup, he still wants to find love with a new man and wants to bully that man along the way!

Meanwhile, his fellow blackbelly friend from childhood, Luo Xin, noses in to “help” him catch his man. And, behind the scenes, tries to find a love of his own.

Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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