Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 338: The Council of Ancestors

The Divine Doctor's soul transmigrated into a female-dominated dynasty, where the original owner had an infamous reputation for cruelty and left behind a mess.Her house was empty, the thatched cottage leaked rain, and the grain bin was already bottoming out. Faced with her handsome husband and then glancing at her own homely appearance, she dashed on the grand avenue toward becoming a Steel Teeth Rabbit!Dare to covet her husband? Beat them up, there's nothing that can't be solved with fists! If there is, just keep on beating!Poor? Utilize Medical Skill, fragrances, textiles, fine food, wineries, get into business, open shops, hire workers, but wait a minute...Why does one after another always make a fuss about running away from home?Good, this time she'll be the one to skip out and let him worry, hmph!

[Chaos Era | Empire Building | Power Struggle | Female Emperor]At ten, Jiang Shaohua entered the capital.At sixteen, she was forced into a political marriage.By twenty, she was widowed and left to raise her son alone.Years later, the choices of her youth returned as sharp arrows, piercing her heart with regret and sorrow.She died filled with grief and resentment, her eyes refusing to close.But when she opened them again, she found herself back in her youth.This time, she chose a different path. Step by step, with unwavering determination, she climbed toward the pinnacle of power.In this life, she would control her own fate.And the world would have no choice but to listen.

[Ding! You get 1 Stone Block!][Ding! You get 1 Dirt Block!]Bob the builder! Oop sorry cannot anger the copyright God on summary alone.Ben is a great uncle…. Yes he was living a poor photographer for daily news paper named…. Okay this gonna make the God angry, let’s try again.Ben is your average construction worker, one day he suddenly find himself surrounded by darkness. He was confused how he found himself in here, but a system screen appear in his eyes.

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.