Be the Hardest Working Demon Cultivator!
Tan Shuchang had always considered himself born into a scholarly family and had also been a young star atop the honor roll, a true parasite of the upper class. He should have been holding significant local authority, receiving endless gifts, spending boundless money, enjoying innumerable years, and marrying countless concubines. How had he ended up becoming a demonic cultivator? After pondering for a long time and still not understanding, he slowly emerged from the pool of blood, deciding to think it over gradually…
155, this strange game might be named Han
"Is this for me? A hush payment?" Dongdong's expressionless little face blinked her large, dewy, almond-shaped eyes, and then she immediately grabbed the grain spike and seized it in her little hand.
Watching the little girl, who clearly looked happy but stubbornly kept a straight face, Tan Shuchang squinted his eyes slightly, revealing a bit of the whites.
It was a half eye-roll.
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone that you're the Secluded Spring Blood Demon!" Dongdong, having obtained a spirit-communicating treasure, immediately expressed her sincerity.
This sincerity, however, made Tan Shuchang feel she was somewhat naive.
"I'm not the Secluded Spring Blood Demon." Tan Shuchang glanced at her sideways, then said lightly.
"I know you aren't!" Dongdong nodded her little head, looking as if she were proudly keeping her promise.
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