After Tang San left.
Yu Xiaogang went to his study, planning to read for a while before going to bed.
But as he passed the table in the living room, he accidentally knocked against the candlestick without noticing.
He didn't notice it falling to the floor, either.
Then a tiny flame slowly began to burn.
After a while, Yu Xiaogang noticed a scorched smell in the study.
"What's that smell? What's burning?"
He looked outside and immediately sensed something was wrong.
"Oh no, how did a fire start? Put... put it out! Right, put out the fire!!"
He stood in the study, watching the flames begin to spread toward him.
Only then did he react. He had to put out the fire.
Without thinking about anything else, he began beating at the flames with the book in his hand.
He wanted to smother them outright.
But the fire kept growing.
In his panic, Yu Xiaogang summoned Luo Sanpao.
"Fart like thunder, Earth-Shattering Luo Sanpao!"
He watched Luo Sanpao aim his rear at the blazing living room.
Yu Xiaogang was delighted, certain he had this in the bag. The fire was still manageable, and Luo Sanpao's earthshaking fart could definitely blow it out.
He stared at Luo Sanpao expectantly.
He had no idea that the substances in a fart would make a fire burn even more fiercely.
He had even forgotten to put on a mask to protect himself from the stink of Luo Sanpao's fart.
When Luo Sanpao's enormous fart rushed into the sea of flames.
Boom!
The flames instantly swelled, shooting straight from the floor to the ceiling.
His room wasn't very large to begin with.
Luo Sanpao's fart instantly filled the entire room.
Yu Xiaogang immediately sensed disaster, but before he could react, Luo Sanpao's fart knocked him unconscious.
"I'm done for... Luo..."
He tried to call for Luo Sanpao to save him, but collapsed before he could get the words out.
Meanwhile, the flames inside grew even fiercer.
They swallowed the entire room in an instant.
With Luo Sanpao's fart added to the mix, a moment later.
With a boom, a violent explosion erupted inside the room.
The dormitory's entire wall cracked open.
Yu Xiaogang was blasted clean off his feet.
Whether it was good luck or not, he happened to hit the window and then fell outside.
"Damn it, who's using a Soul Skill in the dormitory?!"
"It's that useless Yu Xiaogang downstairs! What the hell did he do? Even my floor's cracked!"
"Shit, why isn't he sleeping in the middle of the night? What the hell is he doing?"
"It stinks! Oh no, the air's poisonous!"
"Run..."
Because of Yu Xiaogang, Luo Sanpao's fart permeated the entire dormitory building.
One fart nearly knocked out everyone in the building.
Yu Xiaogang knew nothing about any of this.
Su Mo and the others in Dorm Seven also heard the tremendous bang.
"What happened?" Xiao Wu, who had already fallen asleep, jolted awake.
Su Mo glanced at Xiao Wu in his arms, then shook his head. "No idea. Maybe someone's fighting?"
"We'd better stay out of it. Judging by the noise, they must be pretty powerful."
Xiao Wu nodded and kept hugging Su Mo, nuzzling her head deeper into his arms.
"Oh, Su Mo, can you let me use your Gacha Coins for the draws from now on?" Xiao Wu suddenly asked.
Su Mo glanced at Xiao Wu's thigh draped over him. Why did he feel like he'd become a body pillow?
"No way. Wasn't letting you do it once enough? I want to do the draws myself."
Drawing prizes was addictive, and Su Mo himself had only done it once.
Well, drawing skills didn't count.
He already knew practically all his skills, so none of them would surprise him.
But he was genuinely excited to see what he could get from the Gashapon Machine.
"You won't even listen to Sister Xiao Wu anymore? Fine, Su Mo, you've changed. You're no longer that adorable Su Mo."
Xiao Wu gently bumped her head against Su Mo's chest to show that Sister Xiao Wu was very angry.
Su Mo was speechless. What the hell did she mean, adorable? I'm so handsome. What part of me has anything to do with adorable?
"Please? Big Brother Su Mo, can't you let me do the draws?" Xiao Wu wriggled in his arms, wheedling sweetly.
Goose bumps rose all over Su Mo. He hurriedly pushed Xiao Wu away, his expression serious. "Hold on. Where did you learn to talk like that?"
"Don't use that tone with me again, understood?"
He really couldn't stand it. That tone was far too sugary.
Especially coming from Xiao Wu. It didn't suit her personality at all.
"Huh? I've seen the older girls talking like that." Xiao Wu blinked her big eyes innocently. "They said boys all like girls who talk that way. Don't you like it, Su Mo?"
Su Mo was speechless. "Don't listen to those people anymore, understood? I prefer the real you."
Xiao Wu nodded. "Oh, then I won't talk like that anymore. But you still haven't answered me. Are you going to let me do the draws or not?"
"No." Su Mo shook his head.
Xiao Wu huffed. "You have to trust Sister Xiao Wu's luck. Didn't I draw a Thousand-Year Soul Ring for you last time?"
"Trust me, I'll definitely get you something even better next time."
"If you don't agree, I'll keep talking to you in that tone."
Su Mo felt helpless. Thinking it over, Xiao Wu's luck did seem pretty good.
Besides, he really didn't want to hear Xiao Wu talk in that tone.
"Fine, you can have them all. Happy now?" Su Mo sighed, looking utterly defeated.
"Hmph, that's more like it." Xiao Wu immediately beamed and hugged Su Mo again, draping her thigh over him once more.
Well, Su Mo felt he really had become a body pillow.
Xiao Wu hugged him like this every time she slept.
For a moment, he couldn't tell who was whose body pillow.
"Oh, when will your next coin be ready?" Xiao Wu lifted her little head slightly from Su Mo's chest and met his eyes.
Su Mo looked down at her expectant gaze and shook his head. "How would I know? The last coin took about a week, right? The next one should take about the same."
"That's pretty quick, then." Anticipation appeared on Xiao Wu's face.
"All right, go to sleep." Su Mo patted Xiao Wu's pert bottom.
Not far away, Tang San stared at the ceiling. He hadn't fallen asleep.
Mainly because his entire body itched unbearably.
He wanted to scratch, but didn't dare.
It was sheer torment.
Although Su Mo and Xiao Wu spoke very quietly, Tang San had been circulating the Mysterious Heaven Skill the whole time to eavesdrop.
Hearing Xiao Wu speak to Su Mo in that sugary tone nearly made him hard-his fists, that was.
His hands clenched tightly.
His heart ached terribly. Xiao Wu was actually talking to Su Mo like that.
She had never spoken to him that way.
Granted, Xiao Wu didn't normally speak to him at all.
But Tang San believed all of this was Su Mo's fault.
As for Xiao Wu saying she had helped Su Mo draw a Thousand-Year Soul Ring, he paid no attention whatsoever.
What kind of nonsense was that?
With that trash Martial Soul of his, Su Mo could actually draw things?
He didn't believe it at all. Even if Su Mo could draw things, there was no way he could draw a Soul Ring.
Let alone a Thousand-Year Soul Ring.
After all, he himself only had a ten-year Soul Ring.
It had to be fake.
He didn't take it to heart at all. His attention was entirely on Xiao Wu.
Listening to the intimate conversation between Xiao Wu and Su Mo, Tang San gritted his teeth.
The more he listened, the worse he felt. He decided to stop listening and buried his head under the covers. A moment later.
"Hiss!"
His face felt as though it were burning, painful and itchy all at once.
He had forgotten that his face was still swollen.
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