Purgatory Artist - Chapter 690: The Dramatist and the Statue

My surname is Wu, and everyone calls me Little Wu.I've seen those Mobile Battle Armors deep underground that surpass human imagination,and I've also witnessed someone in the asteroid belt of space punch a star to pieces with a single Fist.Buddy, listen up, here are some of my fight insights:When fighting the Dragon Clan, don't listen to what they say, just keep hitting them until they're dead;Dealing with fairies is a bit tricky, it's best not to let them see you, and to take sneaky shots;When it comes to orcs, there are two words for it, wrestling naked!If a Devil is looking for trouble, just desperately twist its horns, and it's bound to kneel;Alright, I'm off to fight in a bar now, more detailed content when I get back.

In a remote village, a carpenter and his son rescue a mysterious, seemingly simple-minded girl. No one knows where she came from. In a world plagued by fearsome dark beasts, the villagers think the carpenter and his son have lost their minds—how can they care for another mouth when they can barely feed themselves?Then, one day, the girl awakens.She is Beisitian, the last descendant of an ancient lineage of mystical doctors. Thrust into the 1980s, she finds herself inhabiting the body of a despised young widow. But Beisitian refuses to accept her fate. Determined to rewrite her destiny, she vows to overcome her timid nature, rise above adversity, and lead her newfound family to prosperity.Yet, in her quest for success, she unwittingly catches the attention of a cold, enigmatic man. His gaze is deep and calculating, his intentions unclear. What does he want from her?A sweet, doting romance unfolds between two pure hearts, destined to stand together against all odds.

I met the male lead in prison.

The dojo is located in Yunzhong Mountain, and there are halls and fields.

Sitting under the ginkgo tree in leisure time, looking at the dust and clouds in the distance,

Hoe the ground and listen to the sound of springs, forge swords by the fire,

Food and clothing are up to oneself and God,

I don’t know the end of the cold year;

When the robbery comes, you have to go to the lower reaches of the mountain to watch the bitterness and sweetness of the world.

It’s hard to keep injustice in your eyes, and you don’t like to show it in front of others.

The gourd of wine at the waist is deep, and the light of the sword behind the back is cold,

Not for fame, not for money,

Be a free spirit.

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