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!

Xun Yin hugged Chuzheng from behind, their bodies pressed tightly together.


"If it tasted so bad, why did you eat it?"


"If I didn't eat, would you sleep with me?"


Xun Yin's mouth twitched slightly: "…You just wanted to sleep with me?"


"Actually, it wasn't that bad," Chuzheng thought Xun Yin found her cooking terrible, pondered for a long time, and managed to come up with this consolation, but before she could comfort him, she blurted out another sentence: "It's much better than the first time."


It took Xun Yin an entire week of studying various culinary guides until he finally produced something decently edible.


Chuzheng felt sorry for the supermarket owner downstairs.


Chuzheng had sneaked after him to see for herself, and it wasn't a giveaway at all… it was more like a robbery.


Chapter 742: National Demon Sprite (33)