"Since they like women and money so much, let them die and become the God of Wealth!"
The God of Wealth's clothes looked a little weird on these dead people, and the woman's expression was twisted, full of the joy of revenge.
"These evil smelly monks!"
The woman's long hair was blown by the wind and scattered in the air.
In the end, the beauty is unlucky, and the blood-red gown carries a hint of hatred. The little girl called her mother in horror, and the smile on the woman's mouth froze.
It was fixed on the shy little girl in the Temple of Wealth that day.