Lord of Beiming

Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand, hundreds of thousands, millions, tens of millions, hundreds of millions, billions, billions—killing at least a billion people is awesome.

The piece is too short; it would be better if it were longer.

This piece of junk, who managed to get such a high score? I thought it would be different, but it's just the same old thing in a new guise. I'm never reading a son-in-law novel again; if I do, I'll eat shit while doing a handstand.

Lord of the Northern Underworld, you're so powerful, even if you're in poor health, couldn't you at least offer your wife some help? Why force her to suffer with you? Are all novels about sons-in-law the same? This is disgusting.

Qin Tian acts all high and mighty in front of his wife. Doesn't he find that disgusting?

Is Qin Tian dead? He just stands there motionless and silent.

Qin Tian's pretentious act was disgusting; he almost couldn't even buy a car from the bank.

A common problem with all novels is too much nonsense. A king of the Northern Sea arguing with a shrew and spouting endless drivel is utterly useless. Just kick her leg and break it; if she's not satisfied, kick her another one and she's done for.

I hate watching these mother-in-law's sycophantic gods.

I am Tianyang. Thank you to every reader who opened this work, and thank you to every friend who supports me. I humbly accept every criticism.