The divorce agreement fell to the floor, stained with phlegm.
My mother is waiting to die on the 13th floor, and the ventilator costs money for each revolution.
Lu Chen picked up the pitch-black iron pot and walked into the heavy rain.
The world is crazy. Monsters knock on the door, gods fish for fish, and humans eat their own kind in the ruins.
Lu Chen doesn't seek life, he only seeks prosperity.
Slaughter the demon and god, remove the bones and put them into the pot.
The pain of skin peeling and cramping was replaced by a body of steel and iron.
A silver needle can bring someone to death or seal their throat.
When the time traveler arrived with the death certificate, Lu Chen had already set up the fire.
"Today, stew god."
