I transmigrated into a war god in a courtyard house, and from the start I ran into Jia Zhangshi throwing a tantrum, Silly Zhu swinging his fists, and Qin Huairu scheming against me?
Sorry, I won't indulge a single scoundrel in this life.
Jia Zhangshi throws a tantrum? One slap shuts her up.
Silly Zhu picks a fight? Three punches make him beg for mercy.
The whole courtyard holds a meeting to criticize me? I'll flip the table and deal with everyone, from the oldest to the youngest.
From then on, Nanluoguxiang had a new rule: in front of me, dragons better keep their heads down, and scoundrels better watch their backs.
60 Years ago, why did modern people come up with so much talk?
The book is okay, well-organized, and well-written, but it feels like someone is trying to hide the sheep's skin... In other words, I might just catch up on the updates in one go, and I won't think about catching up on subsequent updates.
Magic reform, whitewash the deaf old woman