Under the Oak Tree - Chapter 446 - 207

Qin Jianxi transmigrated into a very bloody novel.

She was the female supporting role who was pitiful, was divorced by the male lead, was used by the female lead, and was revenged by the male lead.

Dedicate her liver and kidneys to her family, anyway, wherever she needs to add bricks and tiles, she will be moved there.

This is really a miserable death after licking the dog until there is nothing left.

Now that she has become this super female supporting role, her fucking mentality has collapsed.

Money is not good? Isn’t the food delicious? Is it not good to live? Why do you do that…

When Fu Ge met Qin Jianxi for the first time, she was cleaning up her ex-fiancé.

I thought, this woman is really strong.

When Fu Ge saw Qin Jianxi for the second time, she jumped from the fourth floor easily and landed perfectly.

He’s so mentally broken.

When Fu Ge saw Qin Jianxi for the third time, she was dancing on the stage, sweet, charming and wild.

His heart fell completely.

When the scum found out that Qin Jianxi was the richest man, their mentality collapsed.

They hoped that Qin Jianxi would be dumped by Mr. Fu.

It turns out that she is the top scientific research expert, she is the computer expert, and she is also the top wizard in the medical field.

1VS1 favorite text, stronger men and stronger women. The male protagonist watches his wife with a 20-level filter, and his daughter-in-law is the most perfect in the world.

“Discovered the corpse of an ordinary human, loot to receive Super-strength Pill, extract?”

Anyone who could construct a stable Spell Model could become a Wizard — that was the Wizards’ ultimate secret! Having been given a new life as the son of an aristocrat and armed with a super quantum computer from his past life, Spell Models came as easily as breathing to Merlin. With this overwhelmingly huge advantage, would Merlin become the greatest Grand Wizard of all time?

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.