Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby - Chapter 850 - Wanying Gets Closed Down

Writing, drawing, and occasionally pretending to be a master of calligraphy, fooling people into paying customers with a lot of money…

This is Lin Zhishui’s light and comfortable little days.

However, he didn’t know that the guests of his calligraphy and painting shop who loved the ancient style and traditional culture were actually strange people who practiced in the world.

The guests never thought that the most mysterious and unpredictable figure in the cultivation world was just a mortal who liked to play dumb puzzles?

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After many years, Lin Zhishui finally understood the truth. Looking at the brush that had accompanied him for many years, the corners of his mouth twitched:

“This is poisonous!”

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[ps: When you are bored, you can look at the other two works by author Jun, “I heard that I am super fierce after my death” and “The Strongest Internet God”, which are relatively short, light spray, orz]

- Description from novelbuddy

Admist the turmoil of a blood-soaked battlefield, General Hua Ren was perched on a horse, his once-pristine uniform now a canvas of rebel bloodstains. Lifeless bodies, a macabre mosaic of soldiers and rebels, lay strewn across the ground—some severed, others trampled beneath the hooves of horses.In the distant backdrop, a bomb erupted, rattling the battlefield, and in that fleeting moment, the General detected the scent.His Alpha.His heart raced as his gaze locked onto the most frigid, intimidating eyes he had ever encountered, and a sinking feeling gripped his stomach.Sheng Fei, leader of the rebellion, stood tall amidst the chaos, a sinister smirk playing on his lips. In a chilling display of power, Sheng Fei swiftly ended the life of a soldier, his eyes never leaving Hua Ren.The stark reality unfolded before Hua Ren, solidifying the bitter truth that their connection was entwined in the threads of enmity.He could never be the Omega to a Rebel AlphaOr so he thought.

“Just once, I want to make it through the first stage of screening…”

A silhouette of a man standing upon a boulder with the crescent of the moon shining behind him.

A kukri dripping with blood in one hand and a pistol in the other.

The image of burning flames surrounding him.

The countless mercenaries screamed as they saw this scene.

“It’s a demon!”