With the System in Hand, the God of War Who Tortures Death Is Sitting on Top of All the Beautiful Men in the World.

After being killed by a scumbag, I woke up. The system told me that conquering the strongest men in the world and draining their luck was the only way to survive. So, I will no longer be someone's caged bird. At night, the yandere killer wrapped around my waist and asked for kisses, his voice hoarse: "Sister, just look at me tonight, okay?" During the day, the ascetic master blushed and offered me an oracle, just asking for a glance from me. Even the tyrant of the enemy country who wanted to kidnap me was finally willing to surrender and support the entire country just to enter my harem. Until the ex-husband who killed me regretted it and came to kill me with a sword, only to find that the men who wanted to protect me had already lined up from the palace to outside the Great Wall. He broke down and asked, "Shen Ruoxing, how many men do you have?" I leaned lazily on the dragon chair, stroking my belly, and smiled charmingly: "Not much, just enough for a mahjong table. Oh, by the way, there's also a small one... I don't know whose it belongs to."