Prodigiously A Weaponsmith

When trash becoenius--one word: Fierce! Tords: Two-faced! Three words: Too heaven defying! She is the foreh a dynasty, and beca Miss Ancient beasts, too outrageous? Obediently become a docile pet, or I’ll make you into soup! Ninth rank talent, rare talent in a thousand years? She was born with a godly constitution, crushing all geniuses! Peak level Profound Grade Armament, beyond priceless? Sorry to embarrass, but the bowl she uses to feed the cat is already at the God Grade… she possessed a pair of eyes that could see through everything, yet she couldn’t see through--hihtly loosened his belt: “Can’t see through? Do not fret, you can slowly viehen you return to the room I’ll allow you to scrupulously inspect from head to toe”