I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 3187 - 1623 With 4 Swords in Hand within 3 Feet, Already Tilted and Divided the Ruins Sky_2

Zhang Xiao Qiang is a nobody in this apocalyptic world with danger lurking everywhere, he is forced to wander around and learn the rules and principles to survive. Over the course of time, Zhang Xiao Qiang’s character and laziness slowly wore away from the experiences he faces. Zhang Xiao Qiang becomes more resilient, of course also gaining power whilst watching the lunatics of the apocalypse trampling on everything they could trample on. Zhang Xiao Qiang always maintained a bit of conscience in him. He never had the thoughts of being a hero, yet he doesn’t mind sharing bread from his plate. Zhang Xiao Qiang will continue to live in the cracks of the apocalyptic world until the crack can no longer hold him.

Liang Sheng travels through another world, starting with a child with dull talent.

Chizi is dull: sincere heart, perseverance, extremely slow cultivation speed, no bottleneck in the world.

But what if there is no bottleneck in the world?

Cultivation speed is extremely slow, it is rubbish.

But when he practiced the Changchun Kungfu, which was only at the ninth level, and broke through to the tenth level and extended his life for another 20 years, he suddenly realized.

It turns out that this is the true world where there is no bottleneck in any method, and any method can break through the limit and continue to practice.

That being the case, one health-preserving exercise is not enough, so I will practice ten!

If ten is not enough, then twenty!

All in all, I want to live forever!

PS: There are already high-definition novels with over 10 million words, “The World Doesn’t Know How Strong I Am” and “The Ferryman in the Yellow Spring”.

- Description from novelbuddy

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.

At the end of the road, in the throes of despair and impending death, Le Yu shouted defiantly:“If you have the guts, then kill me.”The enemy sneered and said:“I've never heard such a strange request.”Le Yu died.Then Le Yu came back to life, living in the enemy's body.This is a story where being killed means possessing the killer.“Why are the ones who kill me always some enigmatic, cunning figures with complicated backstories and numerous impending quests?Why aren't there some honest, wealthy, lady-charmer winners in life coming to kill me!?”