Transmigrating To Ancient Times With A Kitchen - Chapter 7

Before her rebirth, Wei Luo was an innocent little girl.

Writing, drawing, and occasionally pretending to be a master of calligraphy, fooling people into paying customers with a lot of money…

This is Lin Zhishui’s light and comfortable little days.

However, he didn’t know that the guests of his calligraphy and painting shop who loved the ancient style and traditional culture were actually strange people who practiced in the world.

The guests never thought that the most mysterious and unpredictable figure in the cultivation world was just a mortal who liked to play dumb puzzles?

so-called-

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After many years, Lin Zhishui finally understood the truth. Looking at the brush that had accompanied him for many years, the corners of his mouth twitched:

“This is poisonous!”

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[ps: When you are bored, you can look at the other two works by author Jun, “I heard that I am super fierce after my death” and “The Strongest Internet God”, which are relatively short, light spray, orz]

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When he woke up, Ling Feng found that he had transmigrated, not only transmigrated, but also transmigrated into the book of the heroine written by himself, and became the peak power of Yuan Ying, a cultivator that everyone envied.

But the moment he knew the identity of the original owner, Ling Feng panicked. It turned out that he was the ashes-level villain who only lived less than thirty chapters!

She was tortured and killed by the female protagonist for 49 days. After she died, she was displeased and threw her soul into the kennel to suppress her for countless years…

This bloody plot…Is it really written by me? ?

I have to rewrite it, okay? !

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The previous lords have committed as many atrocities as possible to fill their bellies. I, the only daughter of that house, had discovered that my servant and lover was a spy.

And as the people wanted, my life ended with my execution.

However, with the memory of getting beheaded intact, I began a new life. I was planning to shoulder the sins of my past life and become a nun, but by some trick of fate, I came to work as a maid for the current lord.

Under my former lover, whose name, age and even hair colour were all lies.