"System, give me fifty consecutive draws!" Shen An declared triumphantly in his mind.
Having money makes one bold—finally, he didn't have to just stare helplessly anymore.
Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining Medium Soul Power Experience Pack x5.
Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining Witch's Magic Broom x5.
Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining Invisible Ink x3.
Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining Mysterious Character Lottery Exchange Ticket.
Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining Tom's Milk Wine x10.
Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining Tuffy's Firecrackers x300.
Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining Tom's Rope x3.
Ding! Congratulations~~~
A bountiful harvest—an absolutely massive haul. Not only were most of the items useful, but he also got a Mysterious Character Lottery Exchange Ticket.
Last time, he used this to summon Jerry, costing only a measly 300,000 fame points. It was an absolute steal.
Excited, Shen An clicked on it. Three hundred thousand fame points? He could figure out a way to earn that by visiting other cities.
Doraemon, Bugs Bunny, Droopy—drawing any one of these characters would allow him to dominate the Douluo Continent with ease. Shen An was already lost in his glorious fantasies.
But the next moment, his expression froze. Then, with a darkened face, he couldn't help but curse, "Damn it, why don't you just rob me instead?"
On the system panel, visible only to Shen An, it clearly stated:
[Mysterious Character Lottery Exchange Ticket: Can summon a mysterious character by spending 3,000,000 fame points.]
Three hundred thousand had become three million—a full ten times increase!
Shen An lay weakly on the bed, just as the invisible ink wore off, revealing his figure.
But his eyes were vacant, his face dull, like a worker crushed by the weight of life.
Where was he supposed to get that much fame?
Hearing Shen An's voice, Ning Rongrong immediately rushed over. Seeing him on the bed, she pounced without hesitation, unleashing a flurry of wild punches.
"Ouch, ouch! Stop hitting me! Your little fists are way too strong now!"
Shen An sucked in a sharp breath, grimacing as he spoke.
Ning Rongrong's fists were no joke these days—this was a hand that trained daily with dumbbells. The sheer strength boost from the weights alone added several hundred pounds.
Ignoring him, Ning Rongrong continued raining down delicate yet fierce punches on Shen An.
"Serves you right for messing with me! Serves you right for scaring me! I'll beat you to death!" She puffed up her cheeks, putting on a fierce act.
Feeling the weight of her punches, Shen An decisively flipped over, pinning the previously dominant Ning Rongrong beneath him.
With Shen An's physical prowess, Ning Rongrong stood no chance of resisting. Her hands were firmly restrained, unable to move.
Shen An smirked dismissively—to him, Ning Rongrong would always be nothing more than a weakling.
Using one hand to keep both of hers locked, he let the little weakling beneath him squirm helplessly.
Then, he took a deep breath with his other hand and delivered several sharp flicks to Ning Rongrong's jade-like forehead, leaving red marks.
"Ow! That hurts! You bully!" Ning Rongrong's beautiful eyes welled up with tears, her lips trembling in a pitiful pout.
Seeing the little devil's pitiful expression, Shen An's heart softened slightly.
But after all this time, he knew Ning Rongrong's temper all too well—she couldn't be indulged, or she'd definitely cause trouble.
"Then behave after I let go," Shen An warned.
Ning Rongrong nodded eagerly, like a chick pecking at rice.
Yet the moment Shen An released her, she pounced again, sinking her teeth into his shoulder.
"Ah! Ouch! Why are you acting like a little dog?!" Shen An hissed through gritted teeth. But he couldn't unleash his soul power for fear of actually hurting her.
Thinking quickly, Shen An reached out and tickled her sensitive spots.
"Pfft—hahahaha!"
No one could remain composed under a tickle attack, and Ning Rongrong was no exception. She burst into laughter, her body shaking uncontrollably.
Seizing the opportunity, Shen An swiftly pulled her onto his lap.
This little devil needed to be taught a lesson.
He raised his hand and delivered a firm spanking to Ning Rongrong's backside.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Mmm~ Stop... no, don't stop."
The crisp sound of spanks and Ning Rongrong's coquettish protests filled the room. And admittedly, her little backside had a nice feel to it.
In the living room, Zhu Zhuqing frowned suspiciously in the direction of Shen An's room. What was that strange noise?
"Shen An, what's going on?" she called out as she walked over.
Shen An's heart skipped a beat—oh no, if Zhu Zhuqing saw this, it'd be trouble.
He stopped immediately and whispered, "Get up, Zhuqing's coming."
For some reason, he felt inexplicably guilty, though he didn't know why.
"Huh? You're stopping already?" Ning Rongrong lifted her flushed little face, her delicate features soft and alluring, as if she hadn't had enough.
Shen An froze. Seriously, girl, are you a masochist?
By then, Zhu Zhuqing had already peeked in, her scrutinizing eyes fixed on Shen An and Ning Rongrong.
Ning Rongrong sat on the edge of the bed, slightly turned away, her face still tinged with redness. Why did she feel a strange thrill from this? she wondered to herself.
Shen An walked out with a straight face, eager to steer Zhu Zhuqing away.
Gently guiding her by the shoulders, he smiled. "Zhuqing, I just got some fun little toys. Let me give you one to play with."
As Shen An led Zhu Zhuqing to the courtyard, Ning Rongrong seized the chance to dash to the bathroom and splash cold water on her face to cool down.
"Shen An always has weird things. I'll go check it out later," she muttered to herself.
Outside, Shen An pulled out a broom. "Look, Zhuqing, this is something cool I recently stumbled upon."
[Witch's Magic Broom: Can be used three times, lasting three hours per use. Flies at a speed one major realm higher than the user's current level.]
Shen An had drawn five of these. He planned to give one each to Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong—it'd be a lifesaving tool.
Zhu Zhuqing reached out worriedly to feel Shen An's forehead. "Shen An, this is just an ordinary broom. It doesn't even feel like a soul tool—there's no soul power flow."
Shen An chuckled and moved her hand away. "This broom is special. Let me show you."
With that, he placed the broom between his legs and excitedly declared, "Set sail!"
But the broom didn't budge.
Zhu Zhuqing silently covered her eyes, as if they'd been assaulted.
Shen An frowned. Did I use it wrong?
After a moment of thought, he recalled how Tom had pedaled the broom like a bicycle before it worked.
Mimicking the motion, Shen An pushed off with his feet—and the broom's tail burst into sparkling light before shooting into the sky.
"Wheee~ I'm flying~"