Chen Fang's luck turned out to be unbelievably good. When the bunch of good-for-nothing delinquents reached his dorm, he was already gone, out to buy food.
Unfortunately, the fortune granted seemed to be over the top too. At the roadside stall selling simple rice meals, he somehow managed to share a table with the fox demoness.
Zhang Mei Xing went silent.
'Luck should have nothing to do with a demon, right? Unless what I gave her examinee, is actually a misfortune talisman?'
Even though the two did not really exchange words, the trainee guide was alarmed since Chen Fang and the fox demoness met without the interference of the overwrite ticket.
It was like a work of fate. Or a bad joke from an evil god.
To the point that she was now suspecting whether the tools and exchangeable items from the system were all pitfalls in disguise. She still had not forgotten what one of those stupid things did to Xiang Linxin.
