All-rounder Artist - Chapter 157 - : Workplace Competitions

After crossing over, I came to the world of Suqing. “Blessings for a Wonderful World”? Good guy, stop talking, let me steal more abilities from Akuya first! World travel, analysis and imitation? Hahaha, I am invincible! This book is comprehensive, including but not limited to “Su Qing”, “Ghost Slayer”, “Encounter in the Dungeon”, “From Zero”, “Overlord” and so on.

Keywords: relaxed, funny, complaining, semi-invincible

- Description from novelbuddy

After five years, Ning Xi has returned and is out to take revenge on the sister who turned her parents against her, and the childhood sweetheart who betrayed her for her sister. She aims to fulfill her childhood dream and become a famous actress. However, her sister is still out to get her and she has to avoid all her underhanded schemes.

One day, after falling into one of her sister’s schemes, she meets an adorable little boy and saves him. His father then offers to repay her with his body: “Marry me.”

Ning Xi: ???!!!

Little boy: -sad puppy dog eyes-

Thus Ning Xi starts staying at the mute little boys’s house to help him come out of his shell… cue lots of comedy, some flirting, sweet moments between Ning Xi and little bun… and maybe big bun too.

In the Stone Axe Tribe, a band of young warriors, led by the spirited Urich, embarks on a hunt in the forbidden Sky Mountains. Unknowingly, they cross into an unseen civilization, revealing two distinct worlds divided by the mountains. Urich, a curious and charismatic barbarian, is enthralled by this new world of endless wonders. Join Urich as he explores unfamiliar lands and make thrilling discoveries, and unexpected alliances.

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[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.