Heavens' Laughter - Chapter 107: Army

Lan Anran was sent to the countryside by her parents when she was young. In her past life, she was filled with hate and did not end well.With a chance to relive her life, Lan Anran swears that she will never repeat the same mistakes again. On the surface, she is a medical genius and school beauty, but behind closed doors, she is a hacker and master hypnotist. Lan Anran will do all it takes to protect her family and cure her husband, Mo Jinrong."Master Rong is old and ugly, he isn't as fresh and tender as you are. Quick, give me a kiss!" Mo says."Miss Lan, please have some self-respect! Stay… Stay away from me!"

I am Lin Fan and I’ve become a jack of all trades just because of a powerful Encyclopedia.
In the first ever competition organised for trolls, all the other contestants lost. The crowd exclaimed, “Brother, you’re so good at trolling.”
Lin Fan replied, “But I’ve never been trolling…”

Programmer Li Daochong desperately develops the game code, dying. After waking up, being born again in a ghost-invading future comprehension world, isn’t that a pothole?

However, Li Daochong brought his own ghost upgrade system, which made my green onion. Others are devilish and scared, and they rush to hell. Hey, isn’t this the tip of China? I want to eat, drool!

Eating is not the most important thing. The key can be upgraded. How many levels does it take to finish?
　　
“Li Daoyou please stay, people want to go to the edge of the magic field on the edge of the magic field, can you accompany others? People are afraid!” Hongyang fairy is dripping at Li Daochong.

“Li predecessor, can you please go with a younger generation to go to a ghost dragon?” A white-haired girl who is more than two hundred years old can look at Li Daochong helplessly.

- Description from uukanshu (translated)

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.