Cultivation Chat Group
One day, Song Shuhang was suddenly added to a chat group with many seniors that suffered from chuuni disease. The people inside the group would call each other ‘Fellow Daoist’ and had all different kinds of titles: Palace Master, Cave Lord, True Monarch, Immortal Master, etc. Even the pet of the founder of the group that had run away from home was called ‘monster dog’. They would talk all day about pill refining, exploring ancient ruins, or share their experience on techniques. However, after lurking inside the group for a while, he discovered that not all was what it seemed...
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Editor: Kurisu
Song Shuhang pressed it onto his chest, and the black chef heart fused into his body.
"How is it? How do you feel?" The boy looked at Song Shuhang curiously while holding his teacup.
Song Shuhang raised his arms, twisted his neck left and right, and then flailed his legs a bit.
I don't feel any changes.
He subconsciously thought, Could Senior have given me a fake chef heart?
The boy replied immediately, "Don't think about such nonsense. The chef heart was personally extracted by me, so there shouldn't be any problem with it."
Song Shuhang rubbed his face. The face-reading technique again?
I forgot to control my facial expressions just now. When I meet up with a big shot in the future, I should consider copying the puppet maiden and wearing a mask.
In addition, since this senior said that the chef heart was not a fake, perhaps that meant that it had yet to take effect.