DxD: Building A Demon Clan From Scratch. - Chapter 187: Devil’s Help!

With the Heavenly Medical Skills and Peerless Martial Arts under his belt, his master had made him descend the mountain to become a live-in son-in-law, all to temper his character! And his wife was an ice queen, who wouldn't even let him touch her, always wearing a cold expression and even expecting him to fetch water for her footbaths!Now, three years had gone by, and the agreed period had come to an end. Surprisingly, the ice queen of a wife decisively asked for a divorce. But the moment he stepped out of the civil affairs office, he found six stunning beauties standing at the door, whose loveliness made even her feel inferior!The ice queen of a wife, “President Su! You, why are you here?”His senior sister, Su Yumei, “I'm here to pick up my little junior brother! Your former husband!”

A city of academies where high school girls converse with swords and spears in hand.A comedy character who loves macarons and a cup of tea.Becoming a pink-haired dummy in a mobile game, acting as the weakest character with the pretty filter in my mouth and body.Yet in my heart, a man’s fighting spirit still boils like lava.“What a cutie. Ohoho☆”

Like many medical students, Li Yong just succeeds finding an intern job in hospital with great efforts and yet still is going broke. He even has no money to pay the rent. However, by coincidence, he acquires a magic power of clairvoyant vision and rich experience from 80 medical experts, all because of a pendant passed down from his parents. With the magic power, he can see through human’s skin and finds out any illness beneath without any physical touching or examination! Since then, his life has been tremendously changed. Love, fame and wealth become within reach for him…

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.