PREVIEW

... ed that the girl was still alive.

"Very strange, this girl is in a coma." Lin Fan said confusedly as he stroked his chin.

Then, he focused and his two fingers suddenly glowed with a faint green color. He directly touched the girl's neck and the light spread to her body.

A few seconds later, Lin Fan released his finger and waited for the reaction from this healing.

1 second, 10 seconds, 1 minute, and still nothing changes.

Lin Fan frowned. He had only used ...

YOU MAY ALSO LIKE
I Have Unparalleled ComprehensionChapter 1141(END) - : I Call It Blue Star (Finale)
 64.5k
4.5/5(votes)
Fantasy

Seducing the Student Council PresidentChapter 105
 66
5.0/5(votes)
RomanceFantasyAction

The only way to stop the earth’s doom.Is to seduce the girl who is the student council president.

Bloodline is EverythingChapter 141
 3.4k
4.5/5(votes)
ActionAdventureDramaFantasy

“Bloodline is Everything”In a hunter’s world where only those born with a silver spoon monopolize privilege, one group stands above all—the Hyukcheon Group, reigning at the very top.“Ugh, those high-ranking folks always leave a bad taste in my mouth.”Lee Hanul, a third-rate hunter barely scraping by each day, suddenly discovers something extraordinary about his own bloodline.“Lee Hanul, please come with me to Hyukcheon.”On this day, Lee Hanul’s life changed forever.

Spoilt Princess Reincarnate As a WaitressChapter 9 - : Echoes of a Past Life
 
4.0/5(votes)
RomanceComedyMysteryReincarnation

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”