Let’s Squander A Billion First!

Chapter 363 -363 Heavenly Fortune (5)

Chuzheng faced the mirror, examining the wound on her back with difficulty.

The wound looked somewhat terrifying.

After all, the original owner was a Guardian Angel, and even though she was now a mere human, her healing ability should be much stronger than an average person. It should be better in a couple of days.

Chuzheng put on her clothes.

The wind lifted the sheer curtains from the floor.

The lights in the room went out at the same time.

In the mirror, Chuzheng saw the black wings gradually emerging outside the window.

Such huge wings!!

Alive!

I haven’t gone looking for you yet, and here you are coming to me!

Bastard!

How dare you slash my wings!

Chuzheng turned around, gazing straight out the window at Sang Meng.

Sang Meng landed on the balcony, her wings disappeared, and the two looked at each other through the fluttering sheer curtains.

Sang Meng was a Fallen Angel; the aura she emitted was one of darkness and death.

If one stared at her for too long, they would begin to harbor thoughts of death.

Sang Meng sneered, surprised, “You’re really still alive.”

“Happy?”

Sang Meng: “…”

Chuu Wu said Chuzheng had changed, but Sang Meng was not quite convinced.

But now, Sang Meng had to believe it.

If not for that face, Sang Meng wouldn’t think the girl in front of her was Chuzheng at all.

“It doesn’t matter if you didn’t die,” Sang Meng said, not taking Chuzheng’s transformation to heart. “You’ve already lost your wings, and now you are just an ordinary person. Killing you would be as easy as flipping my hand.”

Sang Meng attributed Chuzheng’s change to the experiences she had undergone.

When she was still an angel, Sang Meng could handle her.

Let alone now that she had lost the most important thing of an angel.

“Hmm.” That makes sense!

A silver light flashed in front of Sang Meng’s eyes. She instinctively stepped back, her ankle felt cold, and she was pulled into the room and fell forward.

Whoosh—

The black wings unfolded.

Sang Meng flew into the air.

Her ankle was still cold as if something was climbing up along her ankle.

But Sang Meng could see nothing.

Whoosh—

Sang Meng was dragged back to the balcony. When she fell, her wings beat against the balcony, the immense force shattering the glass.

Sang Meng fell embarrassingly among the broken glass.

She couldn’t figure out what exactly had pulled her down.

So fast, and so powerful…

How could she suddenly have such formidable strength?

Sang Meng once more beat her wings, and a thick black fog spread out. The moment Chuzheng came in contact with the fog, a sentiment of self-loathing emerged from the bottom of her heart.

What’s the use of living.

Better to just die.

Death is a release.

Go die…

Go die…

Go die…

The voice inside her head grew louder and louder.

Chuzheng: “…”

What a joke!

Who wants to die!

The bastard who chopped off my wings isn’t even dead yet, how could I die?!

Whoosh…

The glass shards fell from the balcony without railings, plunging into the brilliance below.

Chuzheng’s toes halted at the edge.

With just one more step, she would fall.

Chuzheng looked up into the sky; Sang Meng was looking down at her from above, wrapped in black fog, as if she had merged into the dark night sky.

Chuzheng stepped forward.

Sang Meng’s mouth curved into a smile.

However, that smile froze on her face as Chuzheng didn’t fall; instead, she floated up and stood opposite her.

Silver light interwove at her feet.

She walked on air, step by step, toward Sang Meng.

With each step, silver light flickered into existence, like fireworks blooming in the dark night.

“No… it’s impossible…”

Sang Meng was utterly shocked.

She has lost her wings, how can she still fly into the sky?

“What’s impossible?” Chuzheng’s icy voice, mixed with the night wind, blew into Sang Meng’s ears.

A chill suddenly rose from the bottom of Sang Meng’s heart.

“You…” Sang Meng’s eyes widened: “What’s going on with you!”

She should have lost all abilities.

Become an ordinary person.

“As you can see.”

Chuzheng’s palm lifted lightly, and silver light flew out from her hand, striking towards Sang Meng like a meteor.

Sang Meng didn’t know what the silver light was, but she instinctively felt the danger.

Sang Meng fluttered her wings to block the silver light.

It sounded as if metal objects were colliding in the air.

The silver light surrounded the black Fallen Angel; they appeared to be alive, continuously smashing against the wings.

Silver light was everywhere around Sang Meng.

There was no way to fight back.

Only able to use her wings to protect herself.

The bright moon had suddenly hidden behind the clouds, not a single star was visible in the sky, just the meteor-like silver light, flickering in and out of visibility.

“Ah——”

Sang Meng’s wings were pierced by the silver light, and her body violently fell downwards, black feathers falling like rain.

By the time Chuzheng followed her down, Sang Meng had vanished without a trace.

The damn thing actually ran away!

Chuzheng stepped to the edge of the pool, looking at the silver light reflected on the water’s surface.

The water shimmered and the silver light danced on the surface like crushed moonlight.

She stretched out her hand, and the silver light gathered into a line, quickly winding around her wrist.

Chuzheng turned around.

She abruptly encountered a pair of deep, dark eyes and instinctively stepped backward…

Her foot found empty air.

Splash!

Water splashed in all directions.

Chuzheng fell entirely into the pool.

Damn it!

Chuzheng surfaced, the man standing by the pool, now looking down at her.

The refracted light from the water’s surface, like tiny scattered stars, settled in the man’s eyes.

Chuzheng swam forward to the edge and hoisted herself up.

The man’s gaze followed her movements.

Chuzheng looked at him expressionlessly.

The atmosphere was quiet and eerie.

Black feathers fluttered down from the sky, spiraling into the pool.

In the moment that the man clearly seemed confused—Chuzheng kicked him.

Scaring me, bastard!

The man fell into the pool; Chuzheng stood on the shore, watching him struggle a bit before slowly sinking.

[Hidden task: Please obtain one Good Person Card from Chu Wu. Chu Wu is the guy Miss just kicked into the water~]

The King’s Account naughtily reminded Chuzheng.

Chuzheng: “…”

Please let me rewind three minutes.

[Miss, that’s impossible, even if you die now, you can only rewind to this very moment.]

Chuzheng looked at the pond, now bubbleless.

She thought calmly for a moment.

Then let him rewind.

Otherwise the Good Person Card would recall that I kicked him? How can I still be a good person then!

[…]

No matter how much you prepare, dammit, you can’t prepare for Miss’s outlandish maneuvers.

The King’s Account roared at Chuzheng to go down and rescue the man.

“I’m injured,” Chuzheng said with righteous indignation.

[…]You didn’t seem to feel injured when you were fighting just now!

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Under the roaring of the King’s Account, as well as the threat of issuing a bankrupting mission if she didn’t go down for the rescue, Chuzheng got into the water and pulled the man up.

Chu Wu had already lost consciousness.

Chuzheng patted his cheek and checked his breath; it seemed there wasn’t any… but Bastard hadn’t reset yet, which meant he wasn’t completely dead.

…If he’s not completely dead, I might as well give him a little something.

[Can you please stop these morbid thoughts, Miss?]

“Oh.”

Chuzheng, expressionless, pressed on Chu Wu’s chest, starting emergency resuscitation.

The King’s Account felt that with Chu Wu still not thoroughly cooled down, his vitality was indeed tenacious.