MTL - A Hundred Times For a New Day - Chapter 133 Water and Fire Combination Spirit Art · All things are silent

The loyal little assistant made a wish to heaven on behalf of her boss, hoping that the boss can get rid of her unmarried scumbag husband as soon as possible, and by the way, meet someone who is sincere to her boss.
The boring Tianzun in the sky accidentally heard the little assistant’s wish, and she made a difficult decision to throw her most beloved and stupid apprentice down, lying perfectly on the bed Wen Jinyu, the assistant’s boss, was on the bed.
Wen Jinyu, who just came out of the shower, raised his eyebrows when he saw a person in ancient costume on his bed. Did this person time travel?
Su Jingke was very confused after seeing Wen Jinyu, didn’t she just doze off, why did she come to the new world? ? ?

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Shu Xiaoran was very fascinated, didn’t she just take a promotional photo for a celebrity, why was she abducted by Xiao Xiaoxiao? ? ? And that second-tier Xiao Hua dared to touch her! Don’t you know that I’m your boss’ best friend! ! !
Tianzun was also very fascinated, didn’t she just come down to see the little apprentice, why was she being targeted by a fox? ? ? And that fox wants to sleep with her, don’t you know I’m a god! Still very powerful! ! !
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Content Tags: supernatural, supernatural, love in the city, entertainment circle, sweet text
Search keywords: Protagonist: Su Jingke, Wen Jinyu ┃ Supporting roles: Shu Xiaoran, Xiao Xiaoxiao, Bai Jue, Tianzun, Shu Huiran ┃ Others: Sweet Wen Su Su Su Shuang

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A cheating boyfriend and a traitorous best friend had always been a cliché start to a story. Fil often thought those things only happened in such narratives. Who would have thought this same cliché twist would happen to her?Fil was a devout Christian who held marriage and marital fidelity sacred. She had been a very good girl from childhood to adulthood. But when she caught her childhood sweetheart slash fiancé and her best friend rolling under the sheets, Fil wanted to rebel for the first time.The first step of her rebellious journey? Getting drunk.After drowning her sorrows with the help of alcohol, Fil met the enigmatic Jackson. The moment her eyes met those tantalizing golden orbs, words slipped past her lips without any notion of the kind of situation she was getting herself into:“Will I go to hell if I lose my virginity before marriage?”His thin, red lips curled up as a glint flickered across his naturally sharp eyes, and he said, “Who knows? But I can bring heaven to you if you want me to.”*****Jackson.A man shrouded in mystery and secrets, licentious to the core with zero morality, someone who had grown bored playing games with life. Until one fateful night, a woman suddenly appeared before him — a perfect prey for a boring night.Little did he know, a night with a rebellious wannabee wouldn’t be enough to quench his biological urge. Nor would he ever fathom the colors she gave to his gray-colored world.A good girl with dirty thoughts and a sinful man who had even dirtier thoughts.A relationship that started for revenge and to satisfy one’s need; was there even space for true love?How? When the man bending her down would nastily whisper in her ear, “You've been a fucking good girl.”****As the two grapple with their own demons threatening to tear them apart, doubts would start surfacing in their hearts. Was this rebellion worth sacrificing her principles for? Could she truly find happiness in the arms of a man so steeped in darkness?And for Jackson, was redemption possible for a devil like him? And if so, would she be the one to lead him towards the light? Would she even accept his darkest secrets and the hell of his world?In a world where trust was a rare commodity and love was a fragile flame, Fil and Jackson would have to navigate the treacherous waters of desire and redemption.Would they face the unknown together? Or would they let go to save themselves from the impending pain of being together?

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.

Lu Mingshu had never believed in fate.