Mo Ling

After Chuzheng is suddenly pronounced dead by a system all of a sudden, her only worry in life becomes—spending money. Ever since she gets stuck with this system, her back is no longer sore and her legs no longer ache. Heck, there isn't even a time when she goes out of breath. 
System: Let us set a small goal first and squander a hundred million... Little Miss, stop right there! Don't activate the invincible mode!
 (▼皿▼#) Chuzheng: Can you please explain what is this thing that is leeching off me? 
Random Thing: Babe, you can do whatever you want to me. 
Chuzheng: (touches her blade) In-In that case, I will not stand on ceremony. 
System: Little Miss, please put the saber down right this instant! (▼へ▼メ) 
#LittleMissAlwaysDoesAsShePleases.

Let's Squander A Billion First!

The scream was like a demon's chant in the ear, continuously echoing in the dungeon, making one's scalp tingle.


Blood dripped from the tip of the sword onto the ground, spreading into a pool of crimson.


Young Master Song looked at the girl holding the sword in front of him with horror, the bloody smell spreading in the dungeon like a cold, sticky snake, climbing up his back, entwining him, making it impossible to breathe.


Chuzheng's expression was cold and indifferent, her thin lips parted slightly, "I gave you all a chance to leave."


"Don't come any closer," Young Master Song stepped back, "I am the eldest son of the Song Family, if you dare to do anything to me, the Song Family won't let you off."


Chuzheng raised her hand, and the sword gleamed.


She discarded the bloodied sword and picked up the boy in the corner, leaving the dungeon without looking back.


Chapter 71: The Pinnacle of the Demon Realm (6)