It Turns Out I am a Dao Ancestor - Chapter 372

Lynn traveled to a magical world similar to the European Middle Ages but possessing magical powers.

Here, magic can affect and control elementary particles.

So…a scientific theory is a magic formula!

Wizards called spellcasters who are actually scientists, under the siege of the Holy See, struggled to explore the truth of the world, until the arrival of Lin En, which set off a renaissance of an alien version…

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When he woke up, he actually transmigrated into Zhu Houzhao, Emperor Zhengde of the Ming Dynasty!

Ding, congratulations to the host for getting the sign-in system!

Ding, the host signed in for the first time, integrating the background of the first in the world, and the first force in the world, the East Factory.

Ding, the famous officials and generals of Ming Dynasty have been updated, Cao Zhengchun, the governor of the East Factory, and the Eagle Dog of the East Factory have been added, and the loyalty level is full.

Ding, integrate the background of the Dragon Gate Inn, add Yuhuatian, the governor of the West Factory, and add the guards of the West Factory, and the loyalty is full.

Hearing the cold voice in his mind, Zhu Houzhao was overjoyed. For him now, the most important thing is to manage the country well and guard the gate of the country!

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After recently taking on the job as the President of Jing Sheng Group’s assistant, she is reports to the president, that has also just taken office, for work.

“Tomorrow morning, postpone all the meetings. At 9 o’clock, follow me to the civil administration office to receive the license.”

On the first day of work, she already encountered an overbearing president that is forcing her to receive the license. Should she resist or obey?

At night, a certain someone leans on the edge of the door, saying in a light and lazy manner: “Madam, I want to turn off the lights. Are you sure you want to go to sleep wrapped like a steamed dumpling while holding a knife?”

“Either that or you can go out to sleep!”

“Impossible, this is my home!”

“During the day, you transferred the house to me. So now it’s my home!”

Vincent van Gogh, the painter who refused to be an accessory Of power and painted with his soul at the tip of a brush, was not understood by anyone and had to die like a madman, and he woke up in 21st century Korea.

Like a wheat field melted with gold, like a sunflower that swallowed the sun, a dazzling painter once again takes the brush.