Mo Ling

After Chuzheng is suddenly pronounced dead by a system all of a sudden, her only worry in life becomes—spending money. Ever since she gets stuck with this system, her back is no longer sore and her legs no longer ache. Heck, there isn't even a time when she goes out of breath. 
System: Let us set a small goal first and squander a hundred million... Little Miss, stop right there! Don't activate the invincible mode!
 (▼皿▼#) Chuzheng: Can you please explain what is this thing that is leeching off me? 
Random Thing: Babe, you can do whatever you want to me. 
Chuzheng: (touches her blade) In-In that case, I will not stand on ceremony. 
System: Little Miss, please put the saber down right this instant! (▼へ▼メ) 
#LittleMissAlwaysDoesAsShePleases.

Let's Squander A Billion First!

He snorted softly, his hat nearly obscuring his entire face, "Aren't you going to drive? Are you waiting for them to jump on me and beat me up?"


What the hell did Lan Ling cram into my car?!


Chuzheng started the car, reversed it, and got on the main road.


The passenger slumped in his seat as if he had no bones.


He fumbled around inside his oversized hoodie and suddenly pulled out a bottle of beer, opened it, and took several large gulps.


As he tilted his head back to drink, the hat slipped a little, and Chuzheng got a glimpse of his profile.


The first impression it gave was breathtaking.


It was a sharp kind of breathtaking that left a deep impression, impossible to forget.


Just the side profile was so perfect it was like an exquisitely carved work of art by God Himself.


Chapter 588: Raising a Star (11)