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Shut up and Let Me Cure Your Demons!
My name is Chen Mo, a psychiatrist who has traveled to the world of immortality. Bite! You have a new "Medical Record" pending. [Patient]: The Blood-Slaying Demon Lord, in the late Nascent Soul stage of strength, kills people like hemp. [Symptoms]: Holding a butcher knife, but not daring to step out of the cave for ten thousand years. [My diagnosis]: Severe social phobia, accompanied by post-homicide PTSD. Me: "Senior, it's not that you like killing, you're just afraid of communicating with othe
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Disciple, Step Back. Master Is About to Take Off His Cassock.
Traveling to the Westward Journey, I originally wanted to go to Leiyin Temple and eat the soft rice of three disciples in peace. As a result, in this world, demons destroy the world at every turn, but his disciples are defeated one after another. Seeing that he was about to be buried in the demon's belly, he had no choice but to jump off the white horse. Veins suddenly popped out on his usually gentle bald head. With a Zen staff, he smashed the arrogant demon king into a flat surface. Wukong was
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I Do Psychological Counseling at Momen
The murderous evil master hugged a pillow in front of me and cried about the trauma of having his lollipop taken away from him in his childhood. The witch master who practiced the unfeeling and lust-free skill was diagnosed by me as having "emotional avoidant attachment disorder". She called my expert account every day and made appointments for "desensitization treatment". There is also the blood-robed ancestor who refined the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. He has suffered from insomnia because he a
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On a Rainy Night, I Picked up a Man Who Felt Broken. He Got Wet and Shouted.
[Aloof and abstinent female boss VS scheming green tea fake milk dog + full-scale flirtation + physical and mental solemnity] On a rainy night in City S, Gu Qingleng picked up a homeless "drowned dog". The boy was soaked all over, his white shirt clinging to his eight-pack abs. His eyes were red and he was tugging at the corner of her clothes: "Sister, I have no home." Gu Qingleng temporarily softened his heart and lured the wolf into the house. Who would have known that this "puppy" is not only
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