Demons Beside You - Chapter 676 - Chen Zhao Played To Death

I became a doctor in Rhodes Island through the old-fashioned way, but my initial suit seems to be a little bit wrong… What’s going on with this Fluorostar battle suit?

Kar-El, Son of Helium Star, Bronya, Ural Silver Wolf, Jin, Goddess of Dawn, Leona, Dessert General Katakuri, Revolutionary Army Officer Bartholomi Kuma, Seven Wukai Hawkeye Miho Ke, Ship Doctor Kira Yoshikage, Oceanographer Jotaro Kujo, Madagascar Penguin Agent…All the character skins you can think of, this system can be yours…Random, once a day, no return , the final interpretation right belongs to ‘Dress of Love’.

“My name is Jogo, I’m 24 years old, I’m a doctor, unmarried, I work in the Rhode Island headquarters, and I have to work overtime every day until 8:00 in the evening before I can go back to the dormitory; I don’t smoke, I only drink lightly; I go to bed at 10:00 in the evening , I need to sleep for 9 hours every day. Before going to bed, I will swallow a piece of bread, eat three packs of seasonings, then pour a pot of boiling water, go to bed and fall asleep immediately, and never leave fatigue and stress until the next day God, Kelsey says I’m normal.”

“I just woke up this morning, what are you talking about in your sleep, doctor?”

“I just want to say, Amiya, please pass me the mirror and let me see what new work I have done today.”

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The dark BOSS, who had the fortune of becoming Earth’s last living human, brought with him his loyal, second last human to die, little brother to be reborn.

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.