The following afternoon, as the sun gradually dipped westward, Xuan Xiao finally woke up groggily.
"Damn!"
He clutched his buzzing head and cursed, his voice hoarse as if it had been scraped by sandpaper.
His throat felt parched enough to smoke, his mouth was bitter, and every bone in his body felt like it had come apart.
He struggled out of bed, feeling as though he had spent the entire night nursing a hangover.
He shook his head to clear it, then walked to the window and pushed it open.
A cool breeze carrying the scent of smoke and fire rushed in, making Xuan Xiao shiver. He took a deep breath, and his muddled mind finally cleared somewhat.
Xuan Xiao drew the curtains, took off his pajamas, and went into the bathroom for a cold shower. Only then did he fully wake up.
"Phew!"
Xuan Xiao let out a long breath, picked up a towel, dried the water droplets from his body, got dressed, and went downstairs.
To his surprise, people had already come to browse the goods before the shop had even officially opened.
However, he could not be bothered with such trivial matters. He left all the staff to the Simulated Puppets; all he needed to do was collect the money.
Xuan Xiao stopped paying attention to the shop and headed to the back kitchen.
When the chef Bionic Puppet saw him, it immediately greeted him.
"Boss, breakfast is ready."
Xuan Xiao nodded, sat down, and picked up a steamed bun just as he was about to put it into his mouth.
Boom!
Xuan Xiao looked at the Bionic Puppet that had crashed in from outside, smashing through two walls, its entire body charred black.
Crunch!
His fist instantly tightened, crushing the steamed bun in his hand.
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