The White-Cut and Black Little Ancestor of the Poisonous-Tongued King of Hell

The whole capital laughed at me for marrying a tuberculosis man who could not survive three days. But on the wedding night, he pinched my chin and said, "Su Ruanruan, you kicked me three years ago. Let's take care of the wedding tonight." Later, he slaughtered everyone in the world for my gray hair overnight, but he only said in my ear: "Why are you crying... I'm not dead yet."