Biohuman - Chapter 160 The Glass Class

“I am Yang Jian. By the time you read this, I've already been dead...”A strange parchment, an eye that peeks into the darkness. This is the memoir of a person who survived.

Xu Jiayan is sick, suffering from a condition where he can't stand to see Jiang Yuan cry. Whenever the young girl sheds tears, he just can't help but feel weak in the knees.However, one day, after accidentally catching a glimpse of her slender waist, he feels his condition has worsened.He finds himself wanting to make her cry,yet he has no desire to seek a cure—How fatal!One-liner:A pseudo-sweetheart vs. a true scholar;Childhood friends turn lovers with a twist of love and war;From school uniforms to wedding gowns, only accompanying you.

After three years of marriage, he never showed affection, so she decided to let go of herself and fulfill him and his white moonlight, fully devoting herself to her career.“Mr. Wen, please be self-possessed, we are already divorced.” Looking at the man in front of her, her expression was indifferent.The man's eyes were burning as he looked at the woman, deeply regretting his decision.He thought she was an ordinary woman, but she was actually an awe-inspiring genius doctor, the king of hackers who could bankrupt people overnight, and the fearsome Ghost-faced Flower.“After the divorce, you've repeatedly sought my attention, haven't you just wanted to reconcile with me? I'll be generous and give you a chance to pursue me,” the man said with a doting smile.

In a fantasy world where martial artists can split mountains and creeks with a wave of their hand and break rivers with a kick, there exists a little restaurant like this.

The restaurant isn’t large, but it is a place where countless apex existences will rush into.

There, you can taste egg-fried rice made from phoenix eggs and dragon blood rice.

There, you can drink strong wine brewed from vermillion fruit and water from the fountain of life.

There, you can taste the barbecued meat of a ninth grade supreme beast sprinkled with black pepper.

What? You want to abduct the chef? That’s not going to happen, because there’s a divine beast of unfathomable level, the Hellhound, lying at the entrance.

Oh, that chef also has a robotic assistant that killed a ninth grade supreme being with a single hand and a group of crazy women whose stomachs were conquered.