Jiang Li's world is very simple: sign in, collect money, and watch a group of talented people go crazy for her.
She is sitting on N-century wealth that is unparalleled in the country. A look in her eyes can make the auction house suffocate, and a word can change the sky in Beijing.
She is the goddess who fishes in the clouds, with invisible threads wrapped around her fingertips, and falling stars beneath the threads:
The prince who used to be cold, arrogant and dignified was willing to bow his head just for the sake of her heart, and then his soul was destroyed and he became a loyal dog.
The romantic and uninhibited top sea king, stripped of his disguise, roared with jealousy, and just wanted to win her attention.
The iceberg dignitary in the high mountain of abstinence bit his lip and saw blood, and he fell for her in the purgatory of ice and desire.
The cold and pure immortal harpist broke his strings and was stained with blood. He threw himself to the ground and offered his soul, just asking to be a servant.
Wealth is her toy, and people's hearts are her chessboard.
Top jewelry? Wear an anklet for fun. The only copy handed down from generation to generation? Just right for cleaning the piano table. Provocateur? Acquire, step on the face, and send away all of a sudden.
> Welcome to Jiang Li's absolute realm.
> Here, Shenhao is just the starting point, and making the Flowers of the High Mountains kneel and go crazy is her daily routine.
> (Shura Field Warning: All members are licking dogs, and the sexual tension is off the charts!)
Reader comments
Why didn't the author write more? It's very interesting. I've seen too many ordinary Shenhao signatures. This one is very novel.
Why didn't the author write more? It's very interesting. I've seen too many ordinary Shenhao signatures. This one is very novel.