She Qingqing stood at the drink counter in the Happiness Internet Cafe, occasionally glancing toward the entrance. There, Chen Feng kept coming and going, disappearing and returning. Sometimes he came back beaming, proof that he had successfully extracted with a million in loot. Sometimes he was furious, presumably ambushed again. Every so often, he brought back a few new friends for everyone to meet.
Usually, She Qingqing would hand each newcomer a freshly mixed lemon black tea.
This time, though, the newcomer seemed a little dead.
Looking at the unconscious armored man before him, unsure whether he was asleep or had passed on, Fatty asked curiously, "Holy crap, what happened to this guy?"
"You mean this Captain? He crashed."
Chen Feng faithfully recounted how the Sword Saint had spent an entire day taking off inside the house, fighting until he had children and grandchildren everywhere.
Fatty sighed after hearing the story. "Well, he certainly got a billion little pieces of himself out there."
That he had.
Looking at the ahoge standing upright on Fatty's head-the snark-energy collector-Chen Feng reminded him, "I know you want to practice your snarking skills, but isn't that a little too obscure?"
Just then, seeing Chen Feng return, Light of the Firmament happily threw herself at him:
"Feng! You're back!"
"Don't, don't, don't touch me!"
Chen Feng told everyone that even just standing there, he had to constantly control the two divinities and two divine sparks inside him.
"Go ahead, move me around. Keep it up until the life divinity overwhelms the spacetime divinity, wrecks the balance, and turns me into Cihang's chief disciple. Worst case, I'll just die along with everyone else."
Everyone instantly behaved themselves upon hearing that.
No hugs.
For once, Light of the Firmament wasn't angry. After all, Chen Feng hadn't brought