All the Cultivators in the World Shouted Excitedly: Grab Her!

Mo Yusheng was leaning on the desk, with one hand flexibly turning two balls made of ordinary stone, but now shining brightly. With the other hand, she kept counting on the abacus made of dark wood. After getting the result, she sighed sadly. "Damn you black-hearted capitalist, I will replace you sooner or later!" Mo Yusheng, who looks gentle and has a temperament, said.