MTL - The Rest, Only Noise - Chapter 7 Tremble, movie stars

There are only two things in Bai Tang’s life that are deeply rooted in her heart. One, fighting and killing, and two, tempering her treasure sword, Canglan.

What? Let her guide the blackened big boss? Since when is she the type to do such a meticulous work?

Hence.

“The host really doesn’t play the cards according to common sense at all!” System 168’s heart expressed extreme fatigue.

Wen Su, who came from the abyss full of bones, said, “If my family and friends loathe me, then I will disregard human relations and disown all blood relatives. If the whole world loathe me, then let blood flows into rivers.”

Bai Tang: Good boy, I will feed and clothe you, give you housing and transportation, poems and distance will also give you. Just be a good person! I will not point a sword at your heart, nor imprison your body with an iron cage.

Wen Su: Oh, but the only thing I want is a wife just like you.

I was in the abyss, but then you came in carrying a poisonous light. But why weren’t you burned by the poison? Since then, unable to forget, I put away my body full of spikes and thorns.

A slow burn love story about a female black lotus big boss VS a scheming villain.

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Within the red tent, under the passionate eyes of the man on top, she was forced to make love and three thousand black strands turned to white.

Some crowns are forged in blood. Others are drowned beneath it.In a city strangled by smoke and silence, where children are shackled to machines and shadows rule behind gilded masks, Keiran is just another forgotten soul—until the mark appears.Buried beneath the factory’s foundations lies a world long erased from history. Ancient oaths whisper through stone and water, and something older than memory begins to stir. As Keiran is drawn deeper into the abyss, he uncovers a legacy not meant for mortal hands—a crown shattered in defiance, a flood sealed by sacrifice, and a power that demands a price.Hunted by tyrants, haunted by echoes, and bound to secrets he never asked for, Keiran must choose: drown in the tide of what came before, or rise against the current and reclaim what the world was forced to forget.But the deeper he goes, the more the truth unravels…And beneath it all, something still breathes.

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.