MTL - The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady - Chapter 2732 Dead day is not falling (3)

“Darling, I want…”

Jiang Tao relies on the various money-making intelligence provided by the Daily Intelligence System and the detection of various special items to achieve financial freedom!【Intelligence 1: In the trash can outside the wholesale market, there is a bottle cap of Ice Red Tea that can be exchanged for an iPhone worth 4399 yuan!】【Intelligence 2: In the trash can at the entrance of the urban village, there is a light green women's down jacket with a Longines Mini DolceVita women's watch worth 13300 yuan in its inner layer!】【Intelligence 3: Due to climate reasons, the price of sugar oranges will soar in the coming week. It is recommended to stock up and sell at the right time.】

Hold the sword under your pants and follow the journey of a sword devil!If you don't have the sword under your pants, then hold someone else and then follow the journey of a sword devil!Qin Che inherited the Dual Cultivation Body which helps him walk on the path of working hard but only in bed.However, he also inherited devil powers that led him to the overwhelming height of power and ruthlessnessUnfortunately, his heart was set on swords.Can he combine his Sword Cultivation with the power of the devil and the benefits of dual cultivation?He believes he can but the journey to spread the legs of the women is harder than one could ever find. You wouldn't know which woman is waiting for you at the bed or which woman is waiting for you under the moon.Qin Che's hunger for power drives him to become a dual cultivator and devil cultivator. But, was it just hunger that pulled him on these paths?Or, is there something else waiting for him to discover?

[Warning: The title might be named this way, but we’re actually NOT on hiatus.]I’m a third-rate writer, Yu Il-Shin.So don’t think that I’m actually a god; it’s just a name.One day, I experienced the much-anticipated awakening, but my newfound skill was… kinda weird?…In the small world connected through my mobile phone where the little, weak ants were getting killed regarded me as their god?