"Mr. Cheng, Madam went to blow up someone's ancestral grave again!"
"Ask her if she has enough explosives. If not, I will send fifty Wuzhi to deliver cloud bombs to her."
Shen Tinglan, a master of metaphysics, was reborn as a doormat who was neither loved by his father nor his mother. The fake daughter is broadcasting live on the whole network with rhythm and wants her to die?
She backhandedly hacked into the 20 million big screens in the city and gave the whole city a green tea funeral gift package!
Evil ghosts are seeking lives, and evil cultivators are setting up formations? She has C4 explosives in her left hand, lightning strikes wood in her right hand, and the heavy excavator teaches you what "physical superpower" is!
I thought I was getting a single-machine explosion script about a king killing bronzes, but I didn't know that the husband of a billionaire man I picked up at random turned out to be a human-shaped high-power power bank.
Not only did he throw money at her without any bottom line, but he also pinched her waist in the middle of the night and demanded status with scarlet eyes: "If you take my black card and inhale my purple energy, you will only be in my household registration book for the rest of your life..."
