Twelve-Winged Dark Seraphim

1 drop of blood = 1-Up
Other people game overnight, I game overnight and bleed.
Ever since the dimensional storms descended upon Earth, numerous dimensional zones have appeared, bringing with them all kinds of dimensional creatures—Immortals, Buddhas, Devils, Angels, Elves, etc.
Yet, all these strange dimensional zones can turn into dungeon instances on my phone. Other people risk their lives adventuring, I spend all my time gaming.
Monsters drop dimensional crystals that boost stats, imbue new skills, and join me as Companion Beasts. These Companion Beasts fight alongside me or alone, augmenting me with their skills and strength. Rare monsters in real life? I'll just restart the game with a drop of blood to grind it.
I really need a blood transfusion.

Let Me Game in Peace

CKtalon

"How do we cooperate?" Zhou Wen didn't wish to waste time. Since Zhang Chunqiu was familiar with Wuzhuang Daoist Temple, it wasn't impossible for them to cooperate.

"The rule of Wuzhuang Daoist Temple only allows everyone to pluck one ginseng fruit. We don't ask for more. We just want one ginseng fruit each," Zhang Chunqiu said.

"Okay." Zhou Wen didn't waste his breath. He raised his phone and took a picture of the signboard of Wuzhuang Daoist Temple. He had just seen the tiny palm symbol and could download the game dungeon.

The four of them hit it off and entered Wuzhuang Daoist Temple under the lead of Zhang Chunqiu and Xia Liuchuan.

"Old Zhou, do you think these two fellows are gay? The Xia family and the Zhang family are so far apart, but these two are always together. I wonder what they are up to," Li Xuan secretly said to Zhou Wen.

Whip Punishment