I was framed by a rich second generation for stealing test papers. On the day I was expelled from school, my girlfriend climbed into his bed.
Delivering food in the rain and crashing into the scene, the bloodline is activated.
The little loli with twin tails sat on my shoulders and shook her legs, saying that I was of the blood of the Sick Hunter.
After one injection, the 30-year-old asthma patient was relieved instantly. The dean said that ordinary disease hunters are limited to three disease monsters per day, but I had ten per day, which was better than my predecessor.
On the day when the verdict was overturned, I kicked three of the ribs of the second-generation rich man into pieces.
Only then did his father reveal his true colors - human experimentation, disease and monster implantation, they were degenerates who used living people to feed disease and monsters.
And my iceberg landlord Liu Ruyan was the next "container" to be sacrificed.
"If I lose control, kill me," she said.
I said: "The needle passed down from my ancestors in the Mo family only saves people."
The five-academy league, the battlefield on the boundary wall, and the sick nest outside the circle.
Twelve medical ancestor needles were recovered one by one.
When the last one returned to its place, I discovered that the needle was the key, and the seal was waiting for its true owner.
The master of the sick nest outside the circle opened his eyes.
It has been waiting for me for twenty years.
