MTL - My Summons Are Weird - Chapter 517 stitch monster

Luo Hong was standing in front of the mountain gate of Huangfeng Valley. At this moment, he had to admit the fact that he had traveled to “Mortal”.

Pushing the glasses that no longer existed, Luo Hong said categorically, “Like Old Devil Han, I am a fourth-grade pseudo-spiritual root, but I don’t have a vial. It seems that the only way I can go is to cultivate immortals scientifically!”

Why is there a bottleneck every fourth floor during the gas refining period?

How to maximize the chance of building a foundation?

How many factors affect the speed of cultivation?

How fast is Old Devil Han running?

When cultivating immortals in this world is an objective fact, then science is cultivating immortals, and cultivating immortals is science!

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- Description from novelbuddy

Reincarnated in a fantasy world. All of the novels worth reading here appear to be SAT English problems. So I began writing my own fantasy novels as a hobby to augment my previous job.

However, the novel I wrote had an odd ripple effect. That’s fantastic as well.

This novel is about low ranking staff Shan Shan being oppressed by the Big Boss. She keeps fighting but keeps losing. So she finally stopped struggling and obediently surrendered…

Shan Shan, extremely docile, waited outside the delivery room at the temporary blood bank. At the same time, the big boss sent her away to do a blood test to ensure she was of good health and suitable blood type.

Sure enough, the pregnant woman was in a critical condition. Thus, Shan Shan obediently let 300 cc of her blood being pumped. The condition of the pregnant woman improved. Shan Shan received many thanks, left the hospital and lamented this while looking at the moon:

“Capitalists really are blood-suckers, heartless, heartless.”

Shan Shan, who is deep in thought, did not notice a black limousine has stopped behind her. The man at the back seat heard her sigh, moved his mouth and then closed the recently opened window.

“Drive home.”

“Boss, didn’t you just say you want to send Miss Xue back?”

“No need,” the man said without expression, “capitalists are heartless.”