Shen Ling, the wasted beast master of the Song Dynasty, died unexpectedly and traveled to the world of Shan Hai Jing cultivation, and was bound to the workman system.
A total of 300 million taels of silver. If you can't make enough money, you can't return to the original world.
She originally wanted to just give it up and show it off, but she was actually told by the system: all the money she earned belongs to her, and she can take it back to the Song Dynasty together!
As an unparalleled beast master, she not only has top-notch weapons, but also has market monopoly power and endless money.
On the street, she always had a cold face and refused to interact with others. Everyone said that she brought trouble and attracted vicious beasts.
In the crystal core market, she said, if you dare to negotiate the price, I will not sell it.
Emotionally, she is frigid, there is no member of the opposite sex around her, and her speech is blunt and unpleasant.
One day, Shen Ling had an argument with someone in the market and accidentally caught a glimpse of a handsome homeless man staring at him quietly in the corner.
She pretended not to see it, but she didn't expect that this person was a piece of shit.
"Sister, please take me."
"If you want to redeem yourself, find someone else."
Unfortunately, this man was not afraid of death. Shen Ling whipped him with a whip, but he remained unmoved.
"I won't leave, so you take me. I'm not useless."
Eventually, she gave in.
Unexpectedly, Shen Ling began to be suspicious of him on the first night...
Small theater:
Shen Ling had a cold face, his body was soaked in cold sweat, his voice was hoarse, and he restrained his expression.
"I said, I have a fiancé, don't you understand human language?"
Xuan Yi's fingers dug deeply into her waist, and his chin gently rested on Shen Ling's collarbone.
"Sister, will you tell him what we did last night?"
"Don't reject me, okay? Senior sister, you don't have to consider that loser's feelings."
The end of his voice was trembling, and his eyes were full of confidence, mixed with a hint of imperceptible viciousness.
"As long as Senior Sister gives the order, I will be absolutely sure."
"Kill him."
Intent: two-way strategy, beast control and peacekeeping
