It was getting late, and the sun was beginning to sink. After casually buying a few outfits, the female hooligan left the clothing store with Qin Fen, thoroughly satisfied. That was right—she had tried things on for nearly an hour, the movie was about to start, and yet she had only bought two sets.
Watching her waist sway from side to side ahead of him, the chef felt that if he were the boss, he would definitely beat her to death.
"What are you looking at? Hurry up, the movie's about to start. Why are you standing so far away from me?" The female hooligan found it strange too. What was wrong with him?
"Keeping my distance is for your own good. I've had terrible luck lately. I've offended Tai Sui, and Sirius is bringing misfortune!" Qin Fen was telling the truth. Even he felt that something had been off lately.
"Well, thank you so much!" Sun Yating was a little tyrant. Would she be afraid of ghosts and demons? What a joke. Her family was full of proletarian revolutionaries.
"I'm worried about you. You might end up suffering a bloody disaster!" Qin Fen said with certainty. He had noticed the changes clearly. I'm practically about to become God, and the Heavenly Dao is playing me to death. If I drag you into this, that would be bad. Just look at what happened earlier.
The female hooligan glanced at him, her expression strange. "I'm not afraid. What month do I not have a bloody disaster? I'm used to it already!"
Dirty pervert. Cold sweat covered Qin Fen's forehead. Forget it, they should go watch the movie.
He patted his ass and left, leaving bloody disaster for someone else. That was no lie.
The skies over the Heavenly Court had become