If My Wife Is Not Cruel, the World Will Be Unstable

In the hustle and bustle of northern Hebei, two extraordinary people are hidden: Lin Zhou and Gong Qianqian. The method they practice has even more characteristics: whenever they witness fierce conflicts and fights, the small world in their bodies will be stimulated, as if being ignited by flames, expanding crazily, and their cultivation speed will soar. "Hey, you son of a bitch, my car hit me, and my eyeballs are swollen." The voice came before anyone arrived. "Damn it, don't say anything, the fat lady is here," the local brother reminded. Listening to this familiar opening statement, he knew that the fat lady Liu was here. "What a Sichuan curse. It is indeed the number one swearing language in the southern Chinese server." Someone gasped. "Come on, come on, hurry up, find a place to sit down, Mrs. Liu's swearing has improved again, it looks like there is something good to watch." In an instant, the crowd, who were not too worried about the excitement, swarmed forward and rushed to occupy the best position on the main battlefield. Lin Zhou pulled Gong Qianqian out of the way, and the two of them squeezed to the front like loaches. They know that every conflict is a catalyst for their cultivation. As the scene gradually got out of control, Gong Qianqian was so excited that her whole body trembled: "So excited, so exciting." Lin Zhou nodded, patted a green-haired dog beside him, pointed at a person and said: "Go, send the bald wife's clothes to the house next door, and arrange the next show first."