Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets - Chapter 481- Massage

Wazu was an ordinary townsman who shut himself off in the “mountain” because of an unfortunate course of events. After 2 years, he decided to come down from the mountain to meet with people. But there were various misunderstanding about the “mountain” which he shut himself off in. And then he repeatedly had encounters with people. And after that. . .

For Marco, Lucas is his meek little brother. For the rest of the world, he is the menacing Ghost of Vermil.“Angels endow blessings. Demons sow curses.” A hundred years ago, angels and demons descended on earth. It is said they are still here.Annointed with potent holy power, Marco is set to join the Kingdom's Holy Army to fight off the demonic legion. But before that, he must confront the trail of blood and ash that points to Lucas's involvement with the dark side.As mysteries unfold and loyalties fracture, Marco is faced with the question: where does holiness end and damnation begin? If all lines are blurred and the fate of humanity is at stake, will he have enough resolve to strike down the brother he once swore to protect?

“Young man, I can tell from your skeletal structure that you have an extremely rare talent. You must be a one in a million prodigy in the martial arts. Now that the Blue Planet has ascended, mutant beasts are ravaging our homes, and foreign species are invading our land, our people are in grave danger. Here, I have an [Infinite Demon God Physique Training Method], I’ll give it to you for just two dollars. You shall be entrusted with the mission of maintaining world peace.”Xu Lingyun was touched. He said, “I can’t believe that you can actually see my true potential. Here’s four dollars, no need to give me change.”The scammer took the money, left him a fake secret training manual, and left feeling content.Xu Lingyun brought the secret manual home. He slapped the cover of the book. Instantly, the aged, tattered book started emanating a magnificent array of lights. An ancient and powerful aura filled the air, dominating the stars and piercing through the age.A fake?Oh please, in front of me, there is no such thing as “description may not match the actual item, please see the actual item”.

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.