I am the only true successor of Chumaxian from Northeast China, but I can't even remember the most basic formulas.
Whenever I encounter problems, I rely on my master to scold and give guidance remotely.
Until my parents found me a sick husband who was covered in black gas.
On the night of our wedding, he was shot three feet away by the golden light from my body.
Later, she always pretended to be weak and crawled into my arms: "Madam, I am going to be unlucky again, please give me a hug."
The novel is very good