Go Through It Quickly, the Crazy Host Is Abusing the Scum Again

Big overhaul. See Chapter 1 for details. [Micro-heartthrob+forced love+vicious beauty] Wen Fuche, the Lord of the Seventh Floor of the City of Desire, the God of Lies. The thing he was best at in life was lying. Anyone with intelligence in all the worlds had been deceived by him. Perhaps he went too far. Even God looked at him and struck him to death with a thunderbolt. Fortunately, there is no way out. Wen Fuche is dead, but not completely dead. He is bound by a three-no system. That system threatened to take him to save all the cannon fodder who were extremely unlucky. Wen Fuche:? —— After being nudged by the system, Wen Fuche agreed. It just so happened that he had never gone out for a walk after staying in his hometown for so many years, so he took this opportunity to go out for two days. Various behaviors of feudal antiques (beautiful and mentally ill) entering the small world to save cannon fodder: He is gentle and polite to others (only the little cannon fodder being rescued), outputs violence, and does not play with his brains, only with his fists. Give me a slap and I'll slap your whole family. Endure the waves for a moment, take a step back and the world explodes. Although he was good at lying, he never lied to people who didn't matter. —— In his small world, he was the cannon fodder of the Bodhisattva, tearing people apart (physically) with all his heart, when he suddenly realized that something was wrong. Why did the "real" thing come with it? ! —— Wen Fuche, who didn't notice the arrival of his enemy: he was beating people upright. After discovering that his enemy was coming, Wen Fuche kicked the person's nose and face even harder. —— We were born together and are the closest friends and enemies in the world. No one can separate us.