The God Of Power - Chapter 141 - 140

Perhaps the paintings in a museum are subjected to more nonsense than you would hear anywhere else in the world.The language that comes out of an artist’s life is the painting itself. It contains the most ordinary lives that know failure, desire, recoiling in fear, and compromise.Learning is about understanding that language. We miss much of what the paintings speak because there is no way to ask the long-dead painters about the philosophy of their lives.In an alleyway in the residential area of Jongno, there’s a peculiar art gallery. This place enables us to transcend such limitations. By sheer coincidence, I ended up visiting that place and began living an entirely different life.

Rezen suddenly found himself transmigrated in the parallel earth where magic is possible with the help of Mystic Gems. He was excited to reach the top when life slaps him hard and gave him the lowest level of talent

Fortunately, Rezen activated his Farm System. So what if he does not have the talent for cultivation? His crops are more than enough to make up for the lack of talent!

Yu Yi found herself transmigrated into a female protagonist in a xianxia novel, destined to suffer both physically and emotionally.The entire novel was 800,000 words long. For 700,000 words, she endured extreme torment. In the remaining 100,000 words, the heroine reconciled with her past, found true love without regrets, and achieved a happy ending with the male lead.Yu Yi absolutely refused to be this pitiful scapegoat.To avoid the main plot, she adhered to the basic principle of “where he is, I am not; where I am, he is not.” She laid low in her sect, dodging every opportunity to encounter the male lead.Five years passed, and she finally severed this ill-fated connection.The male lead married someone else. Yu Yi let out three wild laughs as she stepped out of the sect gates, happily rushing towards the colorful world outside.However, she didn’t expect that in her excessive joy, she would accidentally stumble upon the mu*der scene of the main villain.Yu Yi hid in the bushes, watching Xue Chenjing, dressed in white robes now stained with blood, slowly crushing someone’s skull. She was so terrified she didn’t dare to breathe.In the dead silence, a noisy voice suddenly rang out: [Master, look quick! It’s your wife! Your wife has finally come online. Isn’t she adorable, curled up and hiding in the bushes like that?]Yu Yi was shocked: Surely it can’t be referring to me?[She’s even wearing a red dress, matching couple outfits with you.]Yu Yi clutched her pomegranate-red skirt tightly, glancing at the hem of Xue Chenjing’s robe. What couple outfit? Isn’t that just stained red with blood?Xue Chenjing flicked the blood from his fingertips, his gaze sweeping towards the bushes. He asked in bewilderment, “Whose wife?”The system pulled out a masterpiece of literature, tapping the cover and asserting confidently: [Your wife.]

(The main story has ended!! A 1v1, sweet and clean romance novel) Shen Chuwei suddenly travels back to ancient times to become a neglected concubine of the Crown Prince. She thought it was the beginning of a leisurely life of eating and drinking, but unexpectedly, she ends up being deeply pampered by the aloof Crown Prince.Lady Xu: “Shen Fengyi, you'd better know your place. Tonight is my turn to serve His Highness.”Shen Chuwei says: “The Crown Prince is yours, I promise I'm just here to freeload.”That night, Shen Chuwei was kept in the Crown Prince's room~Lady Chang: “The Crown Princess is mine. You can't even dream of sharing her.”Shen Chuwei replies: “I'm not interested.”Later on, not only does Shen Chuwei become the Crown Princess, but she also gives birth to a pair of twins. The Emperor and Empress are in a scramble to pamper them, guaranteeing a smooth ride to victory.All the women in the East Palace vie to become the Crown Princess through their cunning and devious methods, yet all of these are clearly seen by Xiao Jinyan, who has the ability to read minds, causing him to avoid them.That is, until he sees a small 'salted fish', sweet-talking and soft-bodied, just to his liking, “You will serve me tonight.”As a freeloading 'salted fish', she trembles in fear: “Your Highness, I'm still too young.”