Upon arriving at the service station, Xiang Wan said it was okay, and the man immediately took off running, as if Xiang Wan would devour him if he was a moment late.
How have you survived this long with such a timid nature?
Shaking her head, Xiang Wan looked at the service station, unsure where to begin her complaints.
It doesn't even have a storefront, just one wall.
There was a black angel painted on it, both compassionate and evil.
Do I have to touch some part of this fallen angel to get inside?
Xiang Wan thought about it seriously for a moment, then reached out and touched the portrait, from head to toe, not even missing a single feather.
? ? ?
TV dramas are all lies!
Xiang Wan was somewhat angry.
In his anger, he activated the Frostbite Technique even faster.
The dark aura in his palm trembled.
It's gotten even smaller!
Xiang Wan was getting a little anxious.
At this rate, the black mist will dissipate before she even reaches Medusa's lair.
The first task Satan gave her!
We must not give up halfway!
After scrutinizing the fallen angel for a while, Xiang Wan's gaze finally settled on a spot at eye level.
Do I have to touch there to get in?
Given that she had just offended the system, Xiang Wan was determined not to let the system jump out and laugh at her.
Ask it?
Don't be ridiculous, doesn't she have any pride?
A host as intelligent, kind, and exceptionally good as her must rely on herself!
As the fingertips slowly reached out, just before touching a certain indescribable place, a flash of light appeared, and in the blink of an eye, they found themselves in a magnificent golden house.
An old man wearing glasses—no, an old angel—looked at the evening through the top of his glasses.
Sparse hair, wings that keep falling out, the more you look at it, the more shabby it looks.
Xiang Wan couldn't resist the urge to turn him into a stone sculpture.
"Aimee?"
Why?
They actually know the original owner of this body?!
That makes things easier.
"Come, a fallen angel, I want to go home."
Cough, cough cough cough...
The old angel choked on his own saliva and didn't come to his senses for a long time.
Xiang Wan frowned. What kind of service is this?
Are all fallen angel service stations this poor that they have to hire a hard-of-hearing old man as their receptionist?
After carefully scanning the surroundings, I found nothing except for the house's very pleasing decoration!
Nothing can stop my determination to go home!
"Come, a fallen angel! I want to go home," Xiang Wan repeated with a serious face.
This time, the old man heard clearly and looked at Xiang Wan with a strange expression.
"You want to become a fallen angel?"
"Mmm." To make sure the old man heard her clearly, Xiang Wan nodded vigorously again.
There are very few customers in the world as easy to talk to and not picky as her.
"Excuse my bluntness, fallen angels are not commodities."
fraud!
The system is a big liar!
System: ...What does this have to do with this system?
"What's the point of opening a service station if there are no fallen angels?"
"This was opened by a fallen angel."
"It's run by fallen angels, but they don't sell fallen angels?"
"..."
The old man was a little suspicious that Xiang Wan had come to cause trouble.
I stood at the door for ages, touching everything, and now I wanted to touch that place... cough cough!
If the boss finds out, he'll lose his job too.
These days, making a living isn't easy.
Becoming a fallen angel makes making a living even more difficult.
Having lived this long and bought all sorts of things, I've never encountered anyone buying fallen angels.
Could it be that the boss has added this service?
"Wait a moment, I'll go ask the boss."
"Okay, go ahead."
That's more like it, she's a big customer!
The system, which was unintentionally given the petrochemical function by default, stated that it was not intentional!
No one knows where the old man got a black mirror from, and black energy was churning inside.
Xiang Wan glanced at it and, lo and behold, it looked just like the one in her hand.
Should we get some out, so this lump we have doesn't disappear halfway through?
Perhaps sensing Xiang Wan's intention, the black mist in the mirror churned violently for a moment before silently returning to calm.
As a wisp of black mist, it also has a strong will to survive.
"Smack, what's up?"
A shrewd and handsome face appeared in the mirror, giving it a magical mirror-like feel.
Is the world really this advanced?
Xiang Wan looked at her palm and then silently put it down.
There's not enough black energy; I can't make it myself.
Let's grab one.
“Boss,” the old man said very respectfully, “someone wants to buy a fallen angel.”
The person in the mirror frowned, somewhat displeased. "Who dares to be so bold?"
The old man silently turned the mirror towards evening.
Xiang Wan blinked and pointed at herself, "Are you talking to me?"
The man in the mirror frowned deeply. "Why do you want to buy a fallen angel?"
I'll ask again!
All she wants is to go home, why is it so difficult?
"I want to go home."
"You can buy a carriage."
"Horse-drawn carriages cannot fly."
"..." So, all he wanted was to buy a fallen angel as his vehicle just to fly faster?!
"Fallen angel, not for sale."
"fraud!"
"???"
“It says that once it reaches this point, it can go home.”
Him? Which "him"? Lord Satan?
The mirror-faced man was overthinking things. He glanced at the black energy in Xiang Wan's hand and recalled the scene when she was besieged.
Things are different now; he can't afford to offend her.
Fallen angels are on the side of demons!
"If you want to go back, we can take you."
"Really?" Xiang Wan looked surprised, then asked warily, "No need to pay?"
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