Don't Heal the Others - Chapter 370 Jiang Caishen

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.

She had never been real to them.“I never thought of you as my wife.” Even her husband by contract,“My wish? It’s for you to disappear.” Nor the son she didn’t share a drop of blood with.Daphne decided to give up everything then.The Madam disappeared. To be precise, she disappeared before the Young Lord’s birthday, leaving only a single letter. Everyone didn’t mind and thought that she would be back soon.One day, two days, ten days.The Madam didn’t return, and everyone went looking for her. But it was already too late.

Ntr Yes！R18 Yes！Justin and his wife Betty seemed to embody the perfect life, yet beneath their polished exterior, dark secrets loomed that threatened everything they cherished.While Justin was deeply engaged in the fight against social injustice, Betty was consumed by loneliness and neglect, leading her into a forbidden affair with a mysterious stranger.As Justin's relentless investigation neared the core of the truth, he faced not only significant risks to his career but also the ultimate betrayal within his marriage.Driven by his quest for the truth, Justin unraveled one mystery after another, each clue drawing him deeper into Betty's secretive world, until he uncovered a devastating truth that could destroy them both...

He was once Head of the Immortal Sects.

Jiang Zheliu resisted the world’s destruction, protecting the people single-handedly. After losing all his spiritual energy, his hair turned white overnight.

All that remained was a millennium passed in vain, and a grave disease.

He distanced himself from the Cultivation World, went to Zhongnan Mountain to collect herbal medicines and grow flowers, as if to retire.

Until….. Those little demons he had once saved, his cherished juniors, even those devils that he had suppressed innumerable times, all came knocking at his door, each more excited than the next gripping his hand:

“Qianbei, what type do you like? Can you not be so rigid on your requirements?”

Jiang Zheliu: “……？？？”

Wenren Ye is newly appointed Devil Lord of the Devil Realm.

He is cold-hearted, devilishly handsome, and when he was younger he suffered a humiliating defeat at the hands of a certain Head of the Immortal Sects.

Still obsessed with this defeat, Wenren Ye hurried through the night to Zhongnan Mountain, but all he saw was white-haired weak Immortal Sects Leader, with droopy eyes, sick to the bone, with freshly coughed up blood staining his lips.

His obsession was still alive, but his heart was also thumping.

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