A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees - Chapter 1218: Spell Guild and Chat Room

She was dressed in white, with a mysterious orchid imprint on her forehead, her skin like jade is always covered with a veil. Since childhood, she had left her parents due to her special status and lived her life with her master in the clouds. She was not yet ten when her medicinal skills were renowned in the world. In order to save the people, she descended the mountains, however, she encountered a storm on the way to the epidemic area. The man who saved her would tease her for enjoyment, little did they know…

【System flow】【Refreshing article】【Torture three and torture Gang】【Intercept Xiao Yan】Travel through Douluo Continent, awaken the god-level entry system, and see how Luo Zixi ravages Douluo, plays Doupo, tyrannizes Tang Fozu, crushes Yu Xiaogang, intercepts Xiao Yan, and becomes the Great Lord!Golden entry: 【Succubus physique: Your appearance has reached the pinnacle, but please be careful of those women】Colored entry: 【Traveler of all worlds: Give the host a chance to randomly travel to another plane (can travel back and forth infinitely, cooling time is three months)】Golden entry: 【Super Lucky: As the name suggests, it is lucky! 】...........Martial Soul Supplementary Entry: 【Guaranteed Upgrade: Unconditionally upgrade one level every three months】...........Red Entry: 【Wood Spirit Body (Ode to Life!)】............Xiao Wu: The feeling of sacrifice is painful and wonderful.Zhu Zhuqing: Thank you for freeing me from the cage of the royal family.Ye Lingling: Bad guy, you actually bought me!Qian Renxue: So you already knew my identity?Xun'er: Since I picked you up, you are mine.Xiao Yixian: You are my driftwood.Yun Yun: So you did it on purpose?Medusa: You lowly human dared to let me get pregnant with your child!Xiao Yan: I don't envy Luo Zixi's talent, I only envy his handsome face!Tang San: Traitor! Evil thief! Lewd thief! Give me Xiao Wu back!Luo Zixi: How lonely it is to be invincible, please kill me!(Funny, happy, funny, not suppressing, pure and refreshing)

In the year 1368, at the end of July, deep crimson shall descend from the heavens.

- Description from Novelupdates

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.