“Mm~”
In the early morning, Ling Xiaoyou woke from her slumber, letting out a ‘macho’ morning whimper.
She rubbed her sleepy eyes, yawned, wiped away the tears at the corners, sat up, and stretched comfortably.
Then, Ling Xiaoyou snapped her fingers, and the curtains by the bed were drawn open by magic.
Looking at the misty sky outside the window, Ling Xiaoyou nodded her little head in satisfaction.
Mmm mmm!
It’s a brand new day again!
She didn’t feel anything unusual about the sky outside.
Ling Xiaoyou was already used to waking up to this gloomy, foggy sky every day.
After all, this was the Underworld.
There was no such thing as day or night here.
In fact, even the sky of the Underworld was said to be created by some Neng within the Underworld, just so the sky wouldn’t look so unpleasant.
But even so, the lack of day and night in the Underworld didn’t really bother the Ghosts living here.
After all, they didn’t need to sleep.
But some Ghosts, like Ling Xiaoyou, who still retained human habits, would pull the curtains at night, return to their soft big beds, and drift into sweet dreams.
Though the idea of a Ghost sleeping was indeed odd, Ling Xiaoyou had pondered more than once why she could sleep, but as a small Pen Fairy in the Condensed Form stage, she simply couldn’t figure it out.
So, she gave up on such profound thoughts.
As long as she could sleep, what did it matter?
Ling Xiaoyou picked up the Mobile Phone beside her pillow and glanced at the time.
Mm, it was only nine in the morning, still a time when she could sleep a bit more.
Because Ling Xiaoyou worked at night, she usually came back in the morning.
But yesterday, she got off early, so she went to bed early as well.
This led to waking up early today—still not time for work.
But Ling Xiaoyou didn’t feel like sleeping anymore; after all, the more you sleep, the sleepier you get.
But eating wouldn’t make you sleepier!
So, since she was already awake, it was time to eat!
Thinking this, Ling Xiaoyou happily opened a certain yellow, two-character app, checking the discount coupons. Still the same full 50-20, full 68-28 deals.
Of course, Ling Xiaoyou wouldn’t order such expensive delivery.
Even if her income as a Ghost Performer was pretty good now, her personality simply wouldn’t allow her to spend money extravagantly on unnecessary things.
Of course, spending on Mobile Game wives was different.
That was love for her waifu!
Ling Xiaoyou scrolled through the dazzling array of delivery shops and finally chose her favorite Youquan Shaofan.
With a ‘ding-dong’, the payment was completed.
Now it was time to wait for the food.
Ling Xiaoyou lay on the bed like a salted fish, scrolling through her Mobile Phone and watching silly short videos.
Her fair, delicate thumb swiped through one video after another. From time to time, she paused, laughing at the absurd content.
Suddenly, Ling Xiaoyou stopped, let out a light ‘eh’, and looked at the video in surprise.
On the screen, a Devil in a suit was angrily pointing at the camera, scolding something.
The passionate, commanding look oddly reminded Ling Xiaoyou of a certain King of Knowing from Migou.
But because the suit-wearing Devil was speaking Devil language, Ling Xiaoyou had no idea what he was saying.
To make matters worse, the video had no subtitles, leaving her even more confused.
But generally, videos posted domestically would have Chinese titles, even if the content was foreign and untranslated.
So, Ling Xiaoyou shifted her gaze to the title below the video and finally understood what the Devil was ranting about.
The moment she saw the title, Ling Xiaoyou felt speechless.
Devils condemning others for evil acts? How could I dream up something like this…
Besides, you Devils are always up to no good, yet now you’re blaming others.
Should I say, as expected of Devils, double standards come naturally to them.
While she grumbled inwardly, Ling Xiaoyou lost interest in the Devil in the suit, who was tearfully ranting at the camera.
She casually swiped the video away and continued watching other entertaining, abstract clips.
She didn’t feel a thing about Devils being killed—if anything, she wanted to applaud the hero who did it!
After all, Devils were the kind of thing everyone wanted to crush.
Even cockroaches were more welcome.
If not for a few powerful Demon Kings holding down Hell, Hell would have been overrun by now.
In short, Devils were nothing good.
And these Devils all smuggled over, so who knew what trouble they planned to cause in New Sea City?
So, to Ling Xiaoyou, eliminating such pests early was something to celebrate.
Time slipped by as she scrolled, but not long after, Ling Xiaoyou heard her doorbell ring.
“Wuhu, the delivery is here!”
Ling Xiaoyou jumped off the bed eagerly, slipped into her pink cat slippers, and hopped to the entrance.
She opened the door.
The first thing she saw was a ball of ghostly blue flame quietly burning in midair, with her food bag hanging below it, the handle hidden inside the flame.
It was a Guo Huo! And a deliveryman, too!
Unbothered by the appearance of the deliveryman, Ling Xiaoyou happily took the food from the Guo Huo, nodded her little head, and said,
“Thank you.”
Hearing Ling Xiaoyou’s gratitude, the Guo Huo flickered, as if responding to her thanks.
Then, the flame gradually scattered into sparks, fading away without a trace.
Ling Xiaoyou wasn’t surprised by the Guo Huo’s disappearance.
As someone who couldn’t cook and ordered delivery every day, she was long used to such sights.
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Smelling the fragrance wafting from the delivery bag, Ling Xiaoyou’s appetite stirred.
Happily, she closed the door and returned inside to enjoy her breakfast.
Nationalism? Or racism?