我的宗门不可描述

Zhou Wentian was just an ordinary game streamer who died of overwork overnight and found himself transported into the online game he had just been promoting.

He successfully became the cannon fodder Ninth Saint Son of the low-tier sect, the Hehuan Sect, embarking on a ‘wonderful’ life with a system and a whip in hand.

【Ding! Host, please open your eyes. Who would you like to whip today:

A. The main male lead who is gagged and imprisoned by you.

B. The powerful male lead’s uncle imprisoned in the dungeon.

C. The future antagonist you’ve tricked into servitude.

D. Select all.】

Zhou Wentian, not wanting to die, could only fiercely yet gently tease the above targets with his whip.

He completed his missions and made quick getaways.

The disheveled and irritable main male lead, Xia Chengying: “You like using props, huh? These are all ones you’ve used before. Do you want to take turns, or all at once?”

The dark and manipulative uncle wearing a collar, Bai Moyang: “Lord Ninth Saint Son, didn’t you promise to make me your furnace? How can you break your promise? I’m here for our appointment.”

The sickly antagonist covered in whip marks, Shang Feiyu: “Lord Saint Son, please don’t leave again, or Feiyu will have to take you to the grave with him.”