"A lowly guy who serves tea and water in a brothel is worthy enough to participate in the competition of the city's most distinguished ladies to find a bride?"
Zhang Yang listened to the roar of laughter, his nails almost digging into his flesh.
He is a modern social animal, but after traveling through time, he became a big teapot in a brothel - being beaten and scolded by the madam is a common occurrence, and being teased by the powerful is a daily homework. This start is worse than mud.
In order to tear this humiliating identity to pieces, he bravely entered the competition arena for prodigious ladies to recruit their brides. Unexpectedly, this marriage recruitment was actually a round of siege and suppression by others against the noble girl's family.
The moment the knife was placed on his neck, the last hint of cowardice in Zhang Yang's eyes turned into anger:
No background? I am my own background!
Low internal energy? The scars from the beating have long since become copper skin and iron bones!
Enemies everywhere? The road to counterattack is paved with blood!
From the desperado in the backyard of the brothel, to the dark horse who stirred up the storm, to the evil god who made the world tremble, every time Zhang Yang drew his sword, blood splashed all over the sky. When Miss Su threw the hydrangea, he stepped on the bones of his enemy and sneered:
"I took this hydrangea, but anyone who wants to touch me must first ask for the knife in my hand! It's up to me to change the rules in this world!"
——"How dare a pariah kill a 'god'?"
——"Then I will kill you until you consider me a god!"
It's okay, guys.