Ou Huang's Lifespan Is Extremely Long!

The lingering glow of dusk filtered through the curtains and fell across his face. Inside the mosquito net, a handsome young man rubbed his eyes, squinting unhappily at the sun outside.

"Seriously, I didn't pick the right location when I bought this place. The angle sucks!"

Rolling over, the young man prepared to go back to sleep, but a knock soon sounded at the door.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Ron, I know you're home! Get out here!"

"You promised to come with me to buy the newly released PX-4. Don't even think about running!"

"Open up, open up! Don't think I don't know you're home just because you're hiding in there without making a sound!"

The voice was fine at first, but then it began repeatedly playing that brainwashing Aunt Xue audio clip, turning into sheer demonic noise drilling into his head.

Crack!

A vein bulged on the young man's forehead as he got up irritably. "Shut up, bastard! Are you a woman going to the bathroom? Why do you have to drag someone along?!"

"I don't care! You promised you'd go with me. What am I supposed to do if my dad asks why I went alone? I saved up New Year's money for years for this!"

With that, the person outside suddenly sounded resentful.

"When we used to play PX-3 at my house, you called me your sweetie. Now that the new one has become the old one, you call me Lady Niu... Boohoo, you heartless, pure-yang scumbag!"

"You damn yellow chicken, did pure yang eat your family's rice or something?!"

Ron hurled a pillow at the door.

Ten minutes later, beneath the fading rays of the sunset, two young men walked along a tree-shaded sidewalk.

Ron yawned widely, clasped his hands behind his head, and curled his lip