Slice Of Life In Fantasy World - Chapter 245: Don’t Unlock It

[Complete book is free] Ji Zhao, the descendant of the royal chef, is in the book! Became the cannon fodder ex-wife of the male protagonist in the first supplementary novel that she wrote a bad review on?

Vanity is vulgar and extremely vicious! Cuckold the male lead, bully the male lead’s family, and finally end up crazy!

Ji Zhao, who opened the plug-in, said that these are all small scenes, so don’t panic!

Let’s see her use grilled fish, snails, barbecue skewers… and countless other delicacies to turn the tables against the wind and reverse the situation strongly!

Picking up pheasants, picking up duck eggs, and catching fat fish, you will be lucky!

Build a house, open a shop, buy a house, and live happily ever after!

Smiling, Ji Zhao took countless money and prepared to do nothing, but found that the future chief assistant was getting closer and closer?

“You, you… why are you getting closer and closer?”

“Silly lady, I am your husband!”

“It’s just the ex-husband!” Ji Zhao said, poking his neck.

“Oh?”

The next day, Ji Zhao cried violently and kept begging for mercy.

“I was wrong, Master Chief Assistant!”

“Call me my husband!”

- Description from novelbuddy

[Special Containment Procedures]Calamity neared, and a special Containment Subject known as “Bonfire Company” awoke from its slumber, sending out invitation after invitation to join its ranks—“When The Night comes, there ought to be someone to light a fire, to illuminate in all directions.”At the same time, it also brought forth a prophecy.In the year 2044, at the end of a year, a dark disaster would descend from the heavens.

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.

Ever met someone who started cultivating from his mother’s womb?