Azhui Died Again?!

In the end, Ximen Lang still failed to get back the tens of thousands of yuan he had spent at Goose Factory.

After all, just as Little Retard had said:

"Create happiness with care; if you've got no money, get the hell out! You've already had all your fun, and now you want a refund? What the hell were you doing before? If you don't want to play anymore, you shouldn't have topped up in the first place!"

Indeed, he had already enjoyed himself thoroughly, yet now he wanted a refund? He really seemed not to understand the weight behind the words "Nanshan Victor's Guest"!

The main issue was that even if Ximen Lang really got the money back, there was nowhere for him to spend it! After thinking it over repeatedly, Ximen Lang eventually gave up pestering Little Retard for a refund.

Instead, he began asking about other matters that puzzled him.

For example, Little Retard's origins, why he had come to the Super God Dimension, and other questions that pointed directly to the root of the matter.

Little Retard did not hold anything back, either. Since things had already come to this, he figured he might as well confess everything honestly.

In short, his ancestral planet was no longer the ancestral planet of the past, but his old man was still his old man!

As soon as the first transmigration novel appeared, Earth had entered the transmigration era like a wild horse breaking free of its reins and charging recklessly ahead.

All kinds of bizarre transmigrations ran rampant. Alongside them, all kinds of flashy wild systems and Golden Fingers also emerged.

Because there had been little supervision in the early days, the world during the beginning of the great transmigration era had been thrown into complete chaos.

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