I Use Cards to Summon the Eastern Gods

The librarian Wan Xiaowan's greatest ambition in life is to lie down with books until the end of the world. Unexpectedly, when she wakes up, she transforms into the most useless aristocratic daughter in the Western Magical Continent - she has zero spiritual power, her fiancé breaks off the engagement in public, and the whole city is waiting to see her laugh. Until she randomly pulled out a deck of old cards. "The judge's pen determines life and death. Good and evil will eventually be rewarded." The Paladin of the Inquisition rushed to the street. "Meng Po Tang, forget the past, everything will be settled." The Pope forgot who he was and danced hula in public. "The red thread of Yue Lao is the thread that binds a thousand-mile marriage."... Wait a minute, why did this red thread end up on the notorious werewolf regent? The whole continent knows that the regent Cyril is a walking iceberg. He has been in power for ten years, is decisive in killing, is a womanizer, and assassins cannot survive a minute in front of him. At this moment, he looked down at the faintly glowing red thread on his chest, and then looked up at the little loser who was hurriedly trying to pull the thread back. "Come here." Wan Xiaolan shivered and hugged the card tightly: "But don't come over." The next moment, the wolf's shadow passed by, and she was pressed between the bookshelf and his chest. Cyril leaned forward, the tip of his nose brushed her hot earlobe, and his voice was hoarse: "You want to run away after taking my heart?" Later, the evil god from another world came, and the Western gods were defeated one after another. The whole continent begged the Eastern card master to take action. Wan Xiaolan turned over the last card, only to find that it was empty. Cyril held her warm little hand and pressed it on his heart: "Your god is here." That night the wolves roared in the sky, and the silver moon was dyed gold. He transformed his mortal body into a godhead and filled in the last vacancy in the card for her. When he walked out of the light in his arms, holding her unconscious, the entire continent finally understood that the so-called waste material was the savior appointed by fate; and the Wolf King, who stood above ten thousand people, willingly handed over his divine status to her from the moment he met her. "You're not allowed to lie flat again." He lowered his head and kissed her forehead. His senses were fully activated but he didn't even dare to wrinkle a corner of her clothes. "... At least, you have to lie in my arms." Eastern Gods: Tsk, wolf cubs are taking our jobs. Intention: "Saving the world is an easy task, but lying flat in your arms is the ultimate dream.