Immortal Lord Relies on the Murderous House to Survive, and His Side Job Is to Capture Wanted Criminals.

Tiandao: "Shangxian Fengning, this is your nine-nine life and death disaster, please take it seriously." Feng Ning: "The thunder is mixed with soul-destroying powder, and the Immortal Gu is used to hide corrosion. Do you call this 'serious'?" Tiandao was silent for a moment: "... Those guys gave me too much." Feng Ning: "Okay. Let me keep the memory and go to the lower world to play, otherwise I will report this matter to the 'Dao Committee'." Tiandao: "... Deal." After a turbulence The bald human trafficker said: "Don't be afraid little sister, I will take you to a good place and make more money than your parents make in a year!" Human trafficker Huang Mao stretched out his hand to touch his face: "This little look——" Feng Ning lowered his head and his consciousness moved slightly. The vehicle suddenly started drifting like a snake. Huang Mao: "Fuck! Brother, how do you drive?!" The bald man tried his best to control the steering wheel: "No! This broken car moves by itself!" Feng Ning looked out the window and muttered, "This kind of driving skills would make Qiu Mingshan's racing god quit his job overnight." Tiandao whispered in the void: "Where is the promised 'leisure trip'..." Fengning moved her fingers: "Don't worry, this is the first stop."