This Chat Group Is Too Cursed

In the Chat Group.

First Saint Demon Venerable was once again the first to speak: "I wish all my young friends, fellow cultivators, and esteemed seniors happiness every day. Except Dong Zhuo."

He was still angry about last time.

Chen Feng noticed that Demon Lord Dong Zhuo hadn't responded. Judging by his status, he was drunk again.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be making a scene in the group: "Beauty, hehe, give me a kiss~"

"Beauty? Where's the beauty?" The mention of a woman instantly perked up Immortal Ancient Dragon.

For once, he wasn't asleep.

Chen Feng asked, "Big guy, has the fire finished burning over there?"

Ancient Dragon found it strange himself. "Yeah. It should've burned for a while longer, but the last guy performing the Kindling Rite suddenly went mad and put it out. I couldn't have been happier."

"Congratulations!"

"Never mind that. Group leader, when are you paying me back the two baby-faced, big-breasted, long-legged, big-butted, dark-skinned athletes you owe me?" Dragons were lustful by nature. They'd barely exchanged two sentences before Ancient Dragon's mind went straight below the belt.

I never should've borrowed his Magic.

Chen Feng was full of regret. Deep regret.

So he made an excuse. "Let's wait until Doomsday Empress finishes fixing the in-person meetup feature."

"Empress?"

"Female?"

Immortal Ancient Dragon seized on the key word and immediately tagged her in the group. "When did a beauty join? Come on, girl, show me your legs."

[Immortal Ancient Dragon has been muted by Doomsday Empress for one hour]

Beautifully done!

Even Unlucky Corpse Emperor, who had been lurking the whole time, couldn't resist chiming in at that deeply satisfying move. "Good mute."

Wutian added, "Amitabha. Benefactor Ancient Dragon, remember: form is emptiness, and emptiness is form."

Since when had he started talking in riddles?

Had the