Rise of the White Dragon - Chapter 380 - 380 Chapter 380: Qi Stealing Skill

“….Krische-sama, are you not afraid of killing people?”

“……? No. After all, it doesn’t hurt Krische.”

Although gifted with the talent to do anything with ease, the girl lacked empathy.

In her world, there is only loss and profit. No goodwill, no love.

Inhumanly recognizing cold, mathematical logic as everything, she looks at everything in the world through calculating lens.

Return given profit with profit, loss with loss.

The girl was undoubtedly pure, yet undeniably abnormal—

Her favorite things are cooking, food, and being pampered.

Her specialty is mu*der.

—- This is the story of a slightly unhinged girl being surrounded by kind and loving people, and her journey to find happiness.

I just lost myself in the deep and shallow temptation of her.
——by Jiang Hanyu
Everyone knows that the person Nan Gao doesn’t mess with is Jiang Hanyu
She is arrogant and fierce, relying on beauty, a proper little overlord in school
Everyone thinks that the best relationship with Jiang Hanyu is to call him brothers.
But one day, someone found that Jiang Hanyu was holding the hand of the goddess of coldness in the class and lowered his eyebrows after class.
Unruly girls become gentle and charming
He also said in an unbearable and irresistible voice, “Si Nian, will you give me a kiss?”
Then everyone knew that the best relationship with Jiang Hanyu was…

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- Description from novelbuddy

A mysterious black card issues a different amount of money each week and Shi Lei must spend it all within a week’s time. Otherwise, he will be welcomed by the black card’s punishments.

“Spending money is really tiring.” —- Shi Lei said.

“I will set a small goal first, such as spend a hundred million……” —- Shi Lei said in self-satisfaction.

“The one thing I regret the most in life is having infinite money to burn without a choice.” —- Shi Lei finally said.

- Description from Novelupdates

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.