"God of Wealth, is it worth it?" "What's not worth it? You don't even look at what's behind us. I hope Clivia can take good care of Luoshuang." Looking at the lonely God of Wealth in front of him, Twelve smiled. A miser who values money more than life. In the end, he sold all his family property and fought to the final step of this war. Looking down at the broken hands and a prosthetic leg. His face was full of ferociousness, with scars forming scars. The remaining right eye couldn't help but shed tears mixed with blood. "You can still move, bitch, give me one last fight. Just like before." The God of Wealth said while looking at the twelve on the ground. Twelve smiled miserably and took a sip, "Fuck, I'm looking down on you, who are you, but you, the God of Wealth, are digging so hard, and you drank your bottle of old wine while you were still alive." The God of Wealth looked at Twelve with a wry smile, still thinking about his bottle of wine at this time. The two looked at each other and smiled, from a bitter smile to a laugh to the sky. God of Wealth: "Okay, if you can still survive this time, drink it for three days and three nights." Twelve: "Okay, drink it for three days and three nights and you won't regret it."
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
