Don't Mess with That Slacker Fairy

Jiang Lin came back from the dead. One second, she was the discarded fake heiress who had died a miserable death; the next, she was a five-hundred-year-old demon who could crush her enemy's wrist with one hand. What does it mean for a max-level powerhouse to slaughter the beginner village? This is it! She had only wanted to quietly hitch a ride, but instead she ran into another great demon, Feng Jin. He handed her a black card and raised an eyebrow lazily. “Be my girlfriend. Spend as much as you like, but we'll play the game together.” Jiang Lin smiled and took it. “Deal.” Then she went and upstaged the real heiress at her coming-of-age party, made a name for herself overseas by trampling her scummy parents' ashes, and casually bought her own brain from her previous life at an auction, just to burn it for fun. Leaning against the doorway, Feng Jin applauded. “Baby, you look so hot when you're tearing the place apart.” Then the gods descended, sneering. “Descendant of the Human Emperor? With talent like yours, it's time to reap you, ” Demonic fire flickered at Jiang Lin's fingertips as she laughed. “Let's see who's reaping whom.”