When Sheng Niannian, the chef of the state banquet, opened her eyes, she transformed into the unlucky substitute for Bai Yueguang's "blood bank" in the novel about cultivating immortals.
Force her to bleed? Okay, a bowl of 50,000 top-quality spiritual stones, pay first and then release.
Force her to break off the engagement? Okay, she packed up the pots and pans overnight, plus two spiritual pigs and a rabbit, and headed straight to the modern and ancient forbidden place that the whole sect talked about - there was a big villain who hadn't slept in five hundred years and was constantly stabbing people with his sword.
Everyone was waiting for her to be struck to death with a sword.
As a result, she successfully hugged the villain's thigh and held up a large iron pot with her backhand.
No one knows why this murderous swordsman turned into a pig instantly after eating her hotpot meal; no one knows what those people in the sect who forced her to bleed really want.
She only knows one thing:
The water in this world of cultivation is very deep, and she is here to settle the score.
——The pot has been set up and the fire has boiled. Guests are invited inside.
