On Lu Zheng's first day back in China, his ex-fiancée handed him a check of five million and asked to break off the engagement. Before he could count the money, a barrage appeared on his retina: [In three seconds, your fiancée will be snatched away by the demon in your body and cut into sashimi slices of you.
Lu Zheng's backhand was a "physical demolition", and he successfully repaired a protective formation worth tens of millions.
Shen Qingqiu: Aren't you a member of the good-for-nothing Lu family?
Lu Zheng: I am, but the inheritance of the demon god is also a inheritance. If you pay more, I can even show you how to rub a nuclear bomb with my bare hands.
In this cyber era where demons cultivate immortality and formations rely on fiber optics, Lu Zheng just wants to be a quiet guy, but trouble is always chasing him. There is no other way, since you don't want to be a human being, then return to the throne of the devil and send all these trouble-making monsters to the factory to tighten screws.
