He sighed again, “Worse than heartbreak.” He pointed at Wang Xiaoer, “I’ve been doing this task for so long, usually just throwing money and leaving. But this guy, I’ve come eighteen times already. I just squat nearby, watching him buy mansions, marry a wife, and see his family bicker every day. Look, my head has swollen a whole circle.”
I laughed heartily, “God of Wealth, your combat power is so weak. You’re being tortured by such a trivial matter.”
He snorted coldly, “Wait a few days, and you’ll understand.”
“Hehe, I’m afraid I’ll disappoint you. The Task God said I can just complete the mission and go back.” Feeling the fortune energy return, I finally let him go, seeing him looking at me slyly, “Alright, I’m going to complete the mission, then collect my payment, and then go gambling!
I floated away, feeling satisfied with what had transpired. The God of Wealth had his own reasons, but my mission was complete. It was time for me to return to my realm and prepare for whatever awaited me next.
I laughed, and while he wasn’t paying attention, gave him another bear hug, gathered enough fortune, and swaggered back.
After passing the Heavenly Road, I immediately hugged Yaya and ran to the Bamboo Grove, where two mahjong tables were already set up. I squeezed in.
Until sunset, I walked back carrying a bag of money, humming a little tune, feeling extremely pleased.
Reaching my doorstep, I glanced next door. The door was open. I thought for a moment, jumped over the fence, and knocked. He opened the half-closed door, looking surprised, “Didn’t you go to do a task? You’re back so soon?”
I stuffed his money bag back into his arms, saying, “Returning it. I have money now.”
Gou Hun paused, “Why did you go gambling again?”
I hesitated, suddenly remembering I had no real connection with him, just a neighbor. I raised my head proudly, “Freedom of speech, freedom to gamble.”
Gou Hun stared at me for a while, until my heroic spirit was completely worn down. Then he asked, “Have you eaten dinner?”
“Eat…” The words reached my mouth, but I swallowed them, “No.”
“Come in and eat.”
“Huh?” My head buzzed, “I’d rather go out to eat. Your cooking is…”
