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"Hot Noodles request to add you as a friend."
An inexplicable friend request, a non-existent contact.
Claiming to be a message from herself in the future, intimately knowledgeable about her past.
Fang Xiaocao was utterly numb.
Hot Noodles: Danger, do not go home tonight.
"Is this some kind of joke?"
Staring at the WeChat message, Fang Xiaocao rolled her eyes and opened the anti-theft door.
Hot Noodles: At midnight, when the knocking starts, don't turn on the light if you don't want to die.
In the early morning: 00:00:00
Fang Xiaocao was woken by the knocking sound. She was just about to turn on the bedside lamp when she remembered that bizarre message.
She pulled back her hand and stayed put until dawn, only to know her neighbor next door, a woman living alone just like her was murdered at midnight...
Fang Xiaocao was suddenly covered in a cold sweat.
Hot Noodles: To celebrate our narrow escape from death, go to the flea market before three in the afternoon, stall number 7, and buy the seventh inkstone on the left-hand side. The seller's bottom price is 80, but the inkstone is worth 8 million.
After last night's ordeal, Fang Xiaocao inexplicably chose to believe.
She successfully bought an inkstone for a hundred dollars, and later discover it was indeed a imperial inkstone from the Qing Qianlong era, worthing 8 million!
Fang Xiaocao stood there, dumbfounded!
Following the message's instructions, she bought a second-hand car.
But little did she know, the guidance was linking her into a series of events that dragged out a murder case and a fortune worth two small goals.
Who on earth sent her the messages?
It's really her future self?
Or it's some kind of bizarre game?

I Received Messages From Future Self!

The moment the Assassin and Fang Xiaocao locked eyes, his expression turned bewildered, his previously fierce look suddenly became a tad dazed and cute.


As Xiaocao's enchantingly charming voice reached his ears, his bewildered gaze turned dreamy, and his expression froze as stiff as a dead man's.


Seeing the change in the Assassin, Xiaocao's lips curled into a smug grin.


"Little guy, you think I can't handle you?"


Xiaocao raised her eyebrows and muttered to herself.


"Mr. Assassin, tell the Princess to get off the car!"


Xiaocao cheerfully told the Assassin, still using that charm-laden voice.


The Assassin's expression showed a slight struggle.


The Assassin's face bore a respectful look as he gestured to Xiaocao to exit.


Xiaocao pushed the car door open, stepped down from the Wuling Hongguang, stood on tiptoe, and patted the Assassin's head, saying cheerily, "Good boy~"


Chapter 106 I'll Give You a Name