Yang Genshuo is not someone who can't tolerate a speck of sand in his eyes.
But this, damn it, is a pile of shit!
Who can tolerate a pile of shit in their eyes?
Yang Qiangjing.
She can tolerate it.
Yang Genshuo suddenly felt a bit absurd at this moment.
"Am I still in the midst of cultivation? Is this all my heart demon? I'm afraid of the Yang Family becoming corrupted, so the heart demon deliberately arranged such a scene to disgust me, then trap me in the spiritual world, losing myself?"
Yang Genshuo calmed his mind and even called the system to give himself a [Blessing: Calming Heart].
Very quiet... He could feel every inch of his skin, every strand of spiritual power, every breath very clearly.
He is himself, this is the real world.
And over there, Yang Qiangjing just casually arranged for a piece of trash to enter the National Law Department.
The name of this department, Yang Genshuo knew at a glance was top-level and important.
