"How did it go black while we were talking?" Kunpeng felt stifled. I'm begging you here—can the Heavenly Dao's magic treasures malfunction too? Before the scene had even unfolded, he had started talking in a panic, and now he had not seen the other side clearly at all.
The Heavenly Dao could not deal with him directly, but it could mess with his signal. In an instant, it cut off Kunpeng's network!
The Heavenly Dao had plenty of experience with this. It had often cut off Qin Fen's network before in order to block information. But there was one sad point now: as Qin Fen became increasingly entangled with the Dao, it was starting to feel powerless. That was also why Qin Fen's Official Account had been able to seize its authority last time.
Without realizing it, Big Chef had been growing at an astonishing rate. He simply did not understand his true abilities.
Qin Fen looked at the sofa and sighed. The four women in the living room were chatting away nonstop, their chirping unbearably noisy. Wearing a gloomy expression, Qin Fen walked onto the balcony, took out his phone, and turned on his mobile data.
The moment he activated the 4G network, an eerie ripple spread outward in every direction.
Kunpeng, who was hiding downstairs from him, hugged the Water-Moon Mirror and stared blankly at it. "Could it be broken? No way, right?"
This had been produced by the Heavenly Dao. Kunpeng was a little dumbfounded. What did people usually do in such situations? The answer was perfectly logical: whenever their computers had problems, they would repeatedly restart them first. People were like that. What if they had been disconnected? Simple—just reconnect several times. Though Kunpeng was a member of the Demon Tribe, his behavioral logic was much