Demon Emperor Begging for Death, Let Me Put a Rope on a Rope and Pull a Plow to Plow the Land.

Jiang Sui, a master's degree from the Academy of Agricultural Sciences, died suddenly and traveled through time. She became a wicked woman with two children in the village during the famine years. Her family was destitute and her husband was on the verge of death. The man who had just been dragged back from the hell gate and whose swelling had receded was charming and handsome, but when he opened his mouth, he sneered in an arrogant and condescending manner: "I am the Zhulong Demon Emperor. I am too serious about killing evil, so I will ask for help from the army. No ordinary woman should meddle in my own business." Jiang Sui said nothing, swung his straw sandal over, picked up the thick hemp rope and put it on his neck: "My hometown's tractor is called an Iron Ox! We are short of a plowing ox, and I have to help my mother pull the wasteland first even if I want to die!" The best relatives waited to see the orphans and widows starve to death, but Jiang Sui held the breeding panel in her hand and pulled out the best divine food in the wasteland that shocked the immortals. The once arrogant Demon Emperor, with a bruised nose and swollen face, was pulling an iron plow with a noose. He swallowed his saliva when he saw the warehouse full of immortal food, and silently hid the wooden stick behind his back: "Madam, I've got two more acres today. Can I enjoy a bowl of spiritual porridge tonight?"