Xueer Cried in the Wrong Grave, I Lifted up the Coffin

When Qian Renxue returned as a god, the Wuhun Palace had been destroyed long ago, and she cried bitterly at the barren tomb of the first pope. The coffin board suddenly opened, and a sleepy-eyed beauty climbed out: "Whose younger generation is so filial?" Qian Renxue's face was dull as she looked at the stunning woman whom she worshiped as her ancestor. Qian Cheng stretched lazily, his eyes swept across the broken ruins of Wuhun Palace, his smile was dangerous and charming: "Tell me, who is in charge now? How did the family business end up like this?" Qian Renxue, who was dressed as an angel, shivered under the opponent's gaze.