Looking at the beautiful woman in ancient costume holding a sword against the WeChat icon on the screen of the second-hand Xiaomi phone he bought for 200 yuan, Chen Huan felt that he must have stayed up late and worked overtime and hallucinated.
"I am Lu Qingmiao, the saint of the Piaomiao Immortal Sect. I am a pariah. Please quickly find the spirit gathering formation for me, otherwise I will destroy this magical weapon of yours!" A cold and arrogant female voice came from the loudspeaker.
Chen Wan rubbed the dark circles under his eyes, glanced at the 68.5 Yuan in his WeChat balance, and sneered: "You want to destroy my phone?"
He expertly pressed and held the power button.
"What are you going to do?! Why is this magical weapon losing its aura?!" The fairy on the screen panicked visibly, and even the sword fell to the ground.
"Force shutdown." Chen Wan said expressionlessly, "Stop pretending to be weird here, I can't even afford to eat. You are the Queen Mother today, and you have to restore the performance of this phone to the factory settings. I want to take takeaway orders!"
"How dare you threaten me... Wait a minute, can the 'delivery' you just mentioned be exchanged for this kind of tribute called 'spicy strips'?" The fairy's tone suddenly weakened.
