Night of the Broken Gliph - Chapter 159

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.

To pass as an imperial concubine, one must be professional.

Actually, the profession of an imperial concubine is pretty good. The emperor will accompany you in eating and drinking, and even pay you for it. What’s not good about that?

Imagination is always pleasant, but reality is cruel. I just wanted a simple life but why am I always getting into trouble?

Looking at the desperate survivor surrounded by zombies under the high wall, Tang Ye opened his hands and shouted: Welcome to paradise (Welcome to heaven)

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