Qin Ruo, the alchemist of the Profound Cloud Continent, was attacked by several opponents when he was about to become one with the pill. His soul managed to escape and possessed the body of the third son of the head of the ancient Qin Clan in Wuzhen's six major families named Qin Ruo. As the son of a big Huaxia family who couldn't cultivate, he was abandoned so as not to bring shame on them. With this body, Qin Ruo would strive to regain his former glory. Anyone on his way would only be a stepping stone.
Zao Qing lay down on her daughter's bed, comfortably spread out in a large shape. Look at the pink ceiling and say, "Whoops. I kind of want to get married."
"With whom?" Qin Ruo asked seemingly casually.
Zao Qing said, "With the person I like." Zao Qing's words were ambiguous, don't you, Qin Ruo, want to know? Just don't tell you.
Qin Ruo said, "Whoever marries you will be in bad luck for eight lifetimes."
"Why?" There was a murderous look in Zao Qing's eyes. This made Qin Ruo's back unconsciously get goosebumps. The body trembled slightly. Because Qin Ruo remembered the past when Zao Qing threw herself like a sandbag with one hand. Qin Ruo glanced at the window unconsciously. Fortunately, the window was not opened, at least, it would not fall from the third floor.
So Qin Ruo said, "Because no one can stand your bad temper."
Zao Qing said sweetly, "Can't you bear it?"