The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine - Chapter 87 - – Control Needle with Qi (Seventh Update)

On the night when the savior of the wizarding world should have been born, Harry Potter died under the unforgivable curse.

The man who made almost all British wizards dare not call him by name, regained the wisdom and ambition that belonged to him from the Horcrux.

Darkness has completely enveloped the island of Great Britain.

Wizards are divided into high and low according to their bloodlines. Pure blood firmly holds the authority that belongs to the superior, and people called mudbloods can only be as humble as mud and trampled on throughout their lives.

The Ministry of Magic, which is supposed to enforce justice, is full of villains, and the castle, which is supposed to impart knowledge, is full of oppression.

In these dark times.

Jon Green, who came from across time, was brought into the exiled carriage that truly inherited the title of “Hogwarts”…

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Albert never had any big ambitions. He always thought of himself as a salted fish. After rebirth, he even opened the golden finger of the panel. This is a proper way to become a winner in life.

Just when Albert was planning to make a salted fish with a goal, the owl sent an invitation letter from Hogwarts, and he realized that he had traveled to the world of Harry Potter novels.

Now, Albert is thinking about how to become a salted fish with dreams in the magic world.

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Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital’s royal square, took in someone else’s cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era’s brilliance... “Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?” Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.

Humiliated and in heat, Idalia was forced to attend the Moonlight Masquerade in hopes of finding a mate to satisfy her body's needs.Vulnerable to her desires, she ran into the woods to escape a potential scandal. But when a masked man catches her, his touch tosses all reasoning aside.What should have been a simple humiliating event for the princess turns into a night of passion.There was one problem though: she couldn't remember who she mated with!The slave who carried her to bed.The knight who knelt before her and offered his canines for touching her.The sworn enemy Alpha Prince, who confessed his love for her.Follow Idalia as she navigates between three Weres. One is a pretty guy eager to please her to escape his fate, another trying to reclaim his honour while unable to control his desires, and the last is a villain using her for his goals, but a flame festers between them at every interaction.A slave, a knight and a villain prince, who will she choose?[ Mature Content ]“You smell like the sun.” His strides are long and confident, heading in my direction like he knows exactly what he wants. He stops before me, and my head tips back. “How is that possible?” His voice drops to a rumbling whisper.Now that he was close to me, the burning ache deep within started to throb and palpitate. His body tensed, and then he was on me, nose against my neck, inhaling deeply, one hand on the side of my hair, pinning me in place with his hips.My head tilts back, unable to stop myself from giving into his touch, exposing my neck more to him, his chest rumbling as he licks the side of my skin, kissing and nipping, placing his scent over me. I am completely and utterly at his mercy.I vaguely hear material ripping, and then his warm hand cups me. “You're not finished yet,” his voice is thick and deep, and it shoots straight to my tingling, pulsing core. His touch is almost possessive, and I nearly beg him to do whatever he wants with me.“Should I make it better?” His whisper is a caress against my ear before he nips the lobe, a bite promising that this would not be tender.- Daily chapter uploads -