MTL - Spatial Farm Life: Raising My Kid, Abusing Scum, and Keeping Busy With Life - Chapter 4 i want to live

Three years ago, President Qiao did not hesitate to sign the papers when Xia Ning placed the divorce papers in front of him.

Mu Chun, who woke up after a burst of dizziness, didn’t know whether he had entered another personality or another universe.

The eldest daughter of the lawyer family told Mu Chun that he was the most promising inheritor of the school of psychoanalysis and the most gifted therapist.

This era is also very strange. All kinds of physical and mental diseases can be seen everywhere, such as mania, insomnia, dysfunction, persecutory delusions, transvestism… emerge one after another, but the treatment methods stay in the era of psychoanalysis.

Mu Chun just wanted to keep her own law and order, earn money to support her family, and coax the eldest lady to go home to become a lawyer, while she was dawdling in the community hospital.

The eldest lady stalked him to become the greatest therapist.

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Ghost stories descend, binding national fate.People enhance themselves and their nation's luck by constantly participating in Analog Horror.Mental patient Jiang Xiao is initially selected to enter a nine-star level mental hospital Analog Horror!However, he bizarrely finds out that he seems to be the most seriously ill one...Jiang Xiao: “I sign a pact with the ghost stories, the weirdness is my grandson!”Participating in the seven-star level Analog Horror “Where Did Daddy Die”.A peachy-cheeked son with big eyes blinking asks: “Do you want to be my daddy?”The chosen one: “Yes!”Son: “Then I have a tiny request, which is to beat you to death!”One chosen daddy after another is smashed into pulp by the son right from the start.Facing the rebellious son charging forward, Jiang Xiao smiles coldly: “Dad, I'm actually your son!”

A major event happened recently to the demonic sect – their powerful sect master suddenly went missing.

Everyone comforted each other: “Don’t worry, the sect master must be out pursuing fun, and so on.”

“Well, that makes sense.”

They waited.

Waited and waited.

Waited and waited.

Waited and… Everyone slammed the table: “We’ve waited so long! The sect master must have met with a mishap! Look for him!!” Numerous disciples therefore ran rumbling down the mountain.

On a certain day of the month, a certain sect master opened his eyes and thought in confusion: Hey, who am I?

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