Two-Faced Monster King

"At least we have a wife. We'll drink until we're drunk tonight!"

Hearing this, Wang Qing's face was full of joy, he did not expect this beauty to be so sensible, this saved him a lot of effort. He immediately led the way with a face full of smiles, and under the teasing of the others, they headed towards the village of bandits.

"This... "How is this possible!?" Wang Qing held back the sweet taste in her throat as she looked at the beautiful woman in front of her with disbelief. She couldn't believe what had just happened.

He was actually a Violet Rank expert!

What was even more terrifying was that this beauty in front of him was clearly a sixteen or seventeen year old little girl, a seventeen year old who had reincarnated into the Violet Rank! Oh god, what's wrong with this world?

"Bring me everything!" Shui Qiannan stared at Wang Qing. His tone was cold as he raised the spiritual pressure once more. Wang Qing could not help but bend her knees and kneel on the ground.

"Hmm? Just put it in that room. " Little Rid pointed to the largest room as he shouted in a childish voice, adding, "You have to fill this room up, otherwise mother will be unhappy and Little Rid will be sad as well."

"If little Hao is sad, mother will be angry." Little Rid looked at Shui Qiannan again, his bright eyes full of craftiness. It was clear that he was a replica of Shui Qiannan.

The person who spoke was clearly just a child, but the bandits couldn't help but shiver. They felt chills running down their spines as they responded in unison, scattering in all directions to their own houses.

"Little Jun, the sun is high here. Come into the house." Shui Qiannan raised his head to look at the blazing sun above him. Holding Little White's hand, he walked towards the largest room and leisurely sat on a chair as he watched everyone busy themselves.

Not long after, the bandits came one after another with all sorts of things on their shoulders. Soon, more than half of the room was occupied by them, leaving behind a spot for them to stand.

"Woman, we have done as you instructed." Wang Qing was the last to put down the things in her hand. She walked up to Shui Qiannan with a bitter expression and said with a face full of smiles.

"That's all?" Shui Qiannan raised his delicate eyebrows as he tapped the tea table with his fingers, and asked meaningfully.