After tidying up the house, Qin Fen finally had the place looking presentable and was very satisfied. Completely ignoring Little Fatty trailing behind him, he nodded. "You can go back into the lamp now!"
Wasn't this just using someone and tossing them aside? I did a whole day's hard labor for you, at least! Little Oil Lamp felt chilled to the core. This guy only recognized the girl when he was in bed, and only recognized his shoes once he got out! What happened to our friendship?
With a little pop, Little Fatty returned dejectedly to the lamp. After dinner, Big Chef tidied up his bedroom, dismantled the Mechanism Serpent in the warehouse, and detached its control core. He slipped it into his pocket alongside Nian. Now he had another safeguard.
If anything went wrong, he could activate the core with merit and control the giant Mechanism Serpent in the warehouse, ensuring he was prepared. The two groups had been sneaking around lately, so Big Chef had taken precautions too. Only his pocket suffered-he was carrying an extraordinary number of things in it. Nian still showed no signs of hatching whatsoever.
Once everything was in order and the bath was filled, Qin Fen prepared for a soak. Now this was fucking living. What was the point of spending every waking hour making money, letting the few short decades of your life slip away like that? You had to enjoy yourself. Why should you work yourself to death like someone in a novel?
He offered himself that little consolation. In plain terms, he was just lazy.
He stepped into the pool, and the perfectly tempered warmth spread through his whole body at once. Bliss!
He snapped his fingers. Shorty trotted happily over with a flask of wine in its mouth, set