MTL - Dead Enemies, We Have a Face - ~ ☆Chapter Active

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.

The world mutated, the game came to reality, and monsters from other worlds ravaged the world.

In order to become stronger, in order to resist disaster.

Everyone is changing jobs and upgrading like crazy.

Some people became mages at the first turn, and some became professional thunder fighters at the second turn.

But Ling Zhan followed his own path.

At the beginning of the game, choose a non-professional casual player, and add blue to all attribute points.

“Crazy, unprofessional casual, mastered all low-level skills before changing jobs, how to fight in the later stage?”

“What’s the use of the blue bar, and it can’t increase the combat power, it’s really funny.”

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[Double wear + era group pet + ability + space]

Jiang Zhiying, the female overlord of the last days, transmigrated into the villain female supporting role who kept dying and ended miserably in the era text.

My father is the future boss, but my mother is the boss’ best ex-wife. Grandpa’s family doted on her, but she was the villain in the book, and she would not end well in the future.

There is also a scheming heroine who always wants to rob her father and the space jade pendant~

Jiang Zhiying said that this is not a problem. With space and abilities in hand, she can roam freely.

and many more! How did the mortal enemy pass through!

Jiang Zhiying decided to attack first, who would have known that the eyes of her nemesis were getting more and more wrong!

PS: 1V1 Shuangjie sweet pet, the male and female protagonists are big brothers.

A broken prince, a shadowy scheme, all that amidst a bloody fight for a throne wrongly succeeded. Join a group of youngsters as they take their first steps into the martial world, towards the grandest adventure of their lives. It all begins in a certain inn, set against verdant mountains and facing a scenic lake.

“Bring us your finest wine and best meat!” Yelled a hulking man who seemed to be the leader of the dozen strong group.

“How much?” The waiter anxiously nodded his head.

“As much as you have!” The hulking man yelled back.

“That’s…”

“HUH?” The hulking man shot the waiter a furious glare.

“Dear guests, our inn operates on the principle of ‘pay first, dishes later’. As such, it will be better if you tell us exactly how much meat and wine you need.” Xiao Se returned their furious stares with a thin smile.

“Who are you supposed to be?” The hulking man eyed him with bulging eyes.

“This humble one is known as Xiao Se, the owner of this inn, the Fallen Snow Villa.” Xiao Se replied with the same smile and with a level of courtesy worth a solid 12/10.

“Well, we have no money.” The hulking man stabbed his blade into one of the nearby tables.

“Oh?”

“But I’m sure you have some!” The man pointed his finger at Xiao Se.

At that, Xiao Se furiously shook his head. “I’m sorry to break it to you but our little inn hasn’t made a single sale in almost a month. I’m about to owe them salaries myself…”

“Like hell if I care!” The hulking man smashed his palm down on the table. “Even if you have no money, that fur coat of yours should at least be worth a hundred odd silvers.”

“NONSENSE!” Yelled Xiao Se, eyes wide open and gaze as sharp as daggers.

The hulking man was stunned, his body even shivering involuntarily for that split second.

“I, Xiao Se, ride only the finest horse and wear only the richest threads! This fur coat of mine was specially sewn by some of the finest seamstresses in the imperial capital in the August Threads. Just sewing it took three whole months, shipping it, another one. Hmph, a hundred silvers? That’s not even enough to buy the sleeves of my coat!”