You Can't Imagine the Happiness of Being a Demon Cultivator

I, Lin Fan, the ancestor of the devil, accidentally became a doormat. When he opened his eyes, his cheap parents and his green tea brother were surrounding the hospital bed, forcing Lin Fan to sign a share transfer agreement. Looking at their hypocritical faces, Lin Fan realized. Instead of talking about family ties with these insects, why not study how to make your biological brother into a sustainable regenerative flower fertilizer? His ex-girlfriend also came here to commit suicide and staged a midnight love affair with her new love at Lin Fan's bedside. Lin Fan told her gently: "Baby, there is no breakup in my dictionary, only widowhood." Then she turned into a handful of fine, environmentally friendly, pollution-free organic dust in Lin Fan's palm. Now, the whole family looked at Lin Fan with fear in their eyes. Lin Fan licked the corners of his mouth and gave them a kind smile. Don't be afraid, you mortals can't even imagine the happiness of a demon cultivator.