Even Heaven's Mandate Was No Match for Qin Fen's Bad-Luck Aura

The myna stared in astonishment at a young woman on the street nearby. Her back was turned, and beneath the dim midnight lights, her silhouette looked delicate and graceful. She wore a sheer black long-sleeved top; anyone with good eyesight could even make out the holes in the fabric and the black bra clasp underneath.

She wore white skinny jeans below, looking fresh and playful, every inch a stylish city woman. But none of that was why Meow-Meow had shrieked. A strap stretched across the back of her waist. Her jeans were low-rise, and the waistband of her thong was showing.

With the thong's naturally skimpy cut, its outline showed clearly through the back of her jeans, which hugged her tightly enough to reveal everything.

How could Meow-Meow, a country bumpkin from the Heavenly Court, have ever seen anything like this? The bird had nearly shouted, "What manner of demon are you?"

Qin Fen had only seen sights like this online. This was his first time seeing one in person, and the myna's cry left him astonished too. Today, he had finally seen the real thing.

Lan Yibing had seen it too and had been thinking, What the hell are you squawking about? Then there was no then. He was now flying through the air. If anyone asked how his lower body felt, he could tell them: numb. Really numb. He couldn't feel a thing.

Qin Fen's pointing gesture had rattled Old Gun. By the time he recovered and stepped on the brake again, it was too late. Unfortunately, this world had everything except a cure for regret. He looked utterly dumbfounded. He had sent his own boss flying.

Lan Yibing couldn't understand why Old Gun hadn't braked when he had already seen him. Even more baffling was this: ever