Am I Ma Liang? The Queen Mother Got Drunk

Qin Fen's balls ached like hell in the restroom. He had finally scraped together a matching set, only for two sets to become one. What the hell was a stylus? Hardly anyone used those these days. Even if they did, they were at least fifty or sixty, using old phones. Modern smartphones were all operated by swiping with your fingers.

Looking at that dirt-cheap-looking pen, Chef Qin felt an urge to curse.

WeChat had not only swallowed his Treasure-Dropping Money; the crucial thing was the Magic Brush—the Magic Brush of Ma Liang of the Magic Brush. Now that Ma Liang had not been found and the Magic Brush had vanished from the world without a trace, how was he supposed to explain this to Wu Daozi even if he found Ma Liang?

The Magic Brush had been completely destroyed, so he would not have minded returning it to Wu Daozi. But the Treasure-Dropping Money was different; it still had some of its functions. Wu Daozi, you were a damn bottomless pit. Qin Fen was suffering inside, and his expression was awful.

When he raised his phone toward the screen and looked at his reflection, cold sweat suddenly broke out across his body. The Magic Brush was back—it was just for handwriting. Did this count as keeping up with the times? Then what was he? A modern version of Ma Liang of the Magic Brush?

Could he be Ma Liang reincarnated? Qin Fen felt like he was about to throw up again.

Would that not make Wu Daozi his bargain-bin teacher? The more Qin Fen thought about it, the worse he felt. "That's impossible!"

Raising his hand, he looked at his phone, whose appearance had changed slightly, and Chef Qin nearly burst into tears. "My Honor 6! It turned into this