The Demon Monk System from Another World, but I didn't travel through time.

Chapter 159 Xia Zinan! The girl who lost hope!

Chapter 159 Xia Zinan! The girl who lost hope!
After receiving more than 20 yuan at once, Zhang Wuyong further intensified his driving training.

I have already passed the second subject, and I just need to pass the third subject in one try.

He was able to get his driver's license before going to college.

By then, he can buy a cheaper car in Lujiang.

You can also rent a house outside and have fun with Tongtong in their small rental house on weekends.

By August 15th, this was Zhang Wuyong's fifth live broadcast.

It was also the fourth large reward from "Flying of Extinction Hope".

Currently.

Except for the first live broadcast, she gave 10 yuan in tips every time.

In the live broadcast room, Zhang Wuyong would sometimes look at the title of "Silver Alliance Leader" and wonder what kind of rich woman that was.

In this live broadcast, he once again got 1320 points.

Because most of the people in the live broadcast room are already "old people", there are not many new fans joining.

The points that can be obtained are also much less.

But no matter what, the 1320 points this time, plus the 1830 left from last time.

The total is 3150.

Zhang Wuyong exchanged 3000 of his points for 10 random cards.

Ten draws in a row.

The first eight draws were all things that were of no use to him.

They are nothing more than Xuan-level and Huang-level medicinal materials, casting materials, etc.

On the ninth draw, a dark golden color actually flashed across.

[Host obtains item slot 1, current item slot 9. The mysterious home system "Demon Realm" can be officially opened, and the host is given the title of "Demon Lord".]

[Host, have you officially opened the "Demon Realm"? Yes/No!]

Zhang Wuyong is not in a hurry.

He drew the last one first.

The result was an earth-level poison.

It's nothing more than a weapon for killing and robbing +1.

Then he nodded "yes".

[Officially opens the home system "Demon Realm" for the host. 】

……

Magic is all deception.

Xia Zinan is very clear about this.

That so-called "Evil Cult Leader Zhang Wuqi" is, after all, just a man who relies on his handsomeness and excellent magic skills to cheat young girls out of their money.

First, keep attracting fans.

When the number of fans reaches a certain level, they will start selling products to make quick money.

Now is the Internet age, and people like this make money too quickly.

I may not cherish it either.

Xia Zinan knew that the other party might not be able to take much of the money she gave as a reward.

The website will get half of the profits, and the team behind it will get at least half or even more.

The remaining money would fall into his hands, and if he squandered it, it would probably be spent quickly.

But Xia Zinan didn't care.

At least, when watching his live broadcast.

She was really moved by those series of mysterious techniques.

For a moment, she really believed that magic and miracles existed in the world.

But...it doesn't exist.

Every time a live broadcast ends, I feel empty-hearted.

Xia Zinan is seventeen years old this year.

In the industry, she is a fairly famous illustrator.

She also draws some short comics, which often receive positive reviews.

She started learning painting at the age of ten and gradually became famous at the age of eleven.

When she was twelve or thirteen years old, she knew how to draw those two-dimensional beauties with little clothes and shy looks, for those otakus who seemed to have never seen a woman in their lives.

She made a lot of money.

At the same time, her parents also give her a lot of pocket money every year.

To her, hundreds of thousands of rewards are just grains of sand seeping through her fingertips.

Anyway.

When a person dies, it is useless to keep the money.

Xia Zinan curled up on her exquisite and brand new single bed.

This bed was bought less than two months ago.

Last time, her mother pushed her to the city to play.

She thought the bed was very nice, so the next day, her father and mother bought it for her.

"Zinan!" Mom's voice came from the doorway, "Have you taken your medicine?"

"Yeah!" Xia Zinan was covered with a thin blanket in this hot summer.

There was no air conditioning on, just a fan in the corner creating a gentle breeze.

"Does it hurt?" The woman at the door asked hesitantly in a small voice.

"It doesn't hurt!" Xia Zinan answered softly.

The voice is relaxed, even a little lazy.

The woman paced at the door for two steps: "I'm right outside. If you feel any discomfort, remember to tell me."

The woman closed the door for her.

The light gradually dimmed, and the room was filled with the fragrance of osmanthus flowers that the father had picked for his daughter on the road yesterday.

Xia Zinan's legs were numb and her whole body began to tremble.

It hurts!

The pain felt like countless needles drilling from bottom to top.

She really wanted to tell her mother about this pain, but if she did that, her mother would have to accompany her, cry and feel pain together.

She was in pain in her body.

What hurts is my mother’s heart.

Xia Zinan will never forget that day when she was pushing a wheelchair and heard her mother crying in her father's arms outside the window.

She was regretting why she gave birth to the child and let the child suffer like this?
If God allows a woman to make a choice, she would rather be the one to fall.

Sometimes, Xia Zinan also feels that this world is very ironic.

The fruit of their love was exchanged for grief that tormented them for more than ten years.

Xia Zinan also thought that if he left like this, at least they would no longer have to bear the burden.

So, in the middle of the night that day, she quietly left alone and went to the beach.

When she found her mother, she was crying her heart out.

And her father was like crazy and locked her in the room.

He kept making phone calls outside, looking for experts all over the world. Sometimes he would sit alone at the door of her room, muttering to himself, words that were actually no longer understandable.

At that time, Xia Zinan didn't cry.

She realized that she had to be strong.

Committing suicide cannot relieve the burden on the two people who care about her the most.

It will only lead to you completely defeating them.

Alone, lying on a beautiful single bed with a floral mattress.

One of her small hands was tightly clutching a corner of the pillow.

The drugs that had not been verified in the market seemed to be stimulating the remaining flame of her life in a simple and crude way.

Every cell felt like it was being roasted by fire.

The girl gritted her teeth, wanting to scream wildly and give up her life.

I want to bang my head against the wall, maybe dying would really make it easier.

However, even such a strong drug.

She still felt that her body functions were being lost bit by bit.