Author: Lord of the Common People
4.48 (2,071 ratings)
Translator: Nyoi_Bo_Studio, Vicky_Editor: Nyoi_Bo_Studio, Vicky_
The next day, Xu Que buried himself in bed and refused to get up. Back when he was still a cultivator, he could go for days without sleep and still feel spirited and energetic. However, now that he has become a mortal, he feels like he's about to die just from pulling two all-nighters.
Luckily, the System has an automatic recovery ability. Otherwise, his body would have deteriorated completely in spite of being here for only a few months. He slept till noon, and then he finally opened his eyes lazily. Right away, he began to sigh to himself.
I just can't help it. Every day is just too dull!
Gone are the glorious days when I was still the Act Tough King! To think that I would fall so low into the dirt like this, how depressing!
Sigh!
Xu Que let out another deep sigh as he called out to the System interface once again. He wanted to play with whatever fun stuff he could find in there. After going through most of the System store, nothing much caught his attention other than the cigar
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