The weapon refiner is not doing her job properly

Chapter 184 Kayan
"Meow..." Qirui raised its fluffy head and looked at Su Ninglong.

"I'm going home to see my elderly mother," Su Ninglong said with a smile.

Amidst the astonished gazes of passersby, Su Ninglong led her two large pets unimpeded toward the shuttle. After all, most people had never seen a "pet" that could freely enter and exit the Starship Building.

"Hey, why are you allowed to walk your pet around freely in the Starship Building?"

"I didn't just wander around!" Su Ninglong replied simply, and it was her turn to enter the shuttle.

The passerby paused for two seconds, then suddenly widened her eyes; she recognized the face under the baseball cap.

The embarrassment and resentment of being ignored by "privileged people" instantly transformed into a keen sense of online traffic, and her fingers flew across the keyboard, creating a viral headline:

#Suning Longxinghang Building abuses privileges, brings wild animal to intimidate passersby and refuses to explain#*
The accompanying image shows the massive silhouette of the Kirin and the closed hatch of the shuttle.

When the shuttle entered subspace orbit, the post quickly went viral across major platforms.

The trending topic spot that many celebrities couldn't buy with money was easily taken to the top by Suninglong with an unintentional move.

Su Ninglong also found this strange, perhaps this is the legendary "Easily Red Physique".

When Su Ninglong strolled leisurely to the entrance of the new bar with her two large pets, Feng Ying was carefully weaving between the booths, holding a glass of orange juice.

She caught a glimpse of that familiar figure through the floor-to-ceiling glass window, and her eyes lit up instantly. She hurriedly put her wine glass on the guest's table and rushed over to open the door.

"Young boss, you're back!" Feng Ying's cheeks flushed with excitement, and her voice trembled with joy.

For her, every appearance of Su Ninglong was like a festival, making the bar even more lively. More importantly, she firmly believed that her chance to become a hunter would definitely depend on this young boss.

Other hunters jokingly offered to take her on as an apprentice, but Feng Ying took it as just polite talk.

If you're going to take someone as your master, you have to take the best one. In her heart, Su Ninglong and "Master Su" are two mountains worth looking up to.

Faced with Feng Ying's undisguised delight, Su Ninglong simply nodded casually.

This girl's ambition was no secret in the bar; she was determined to become a hunter, and even obtained a net hunter's license, paying out of her own pocket every week to hire people to form teams to run dungeons.

Strangely enough, her team's win rate was higher than that of many ordinary net hunters, but unfortunately, she wasted several years and still failed to awaken her superpower.

Stepping into the bar, the familiar metallic scraping sound rang out.

The old robot, Lao Shi, which should have been retired long ago, moved over with the speed of a sloth.

Since Su Ninglong left home, the frequency of updating the bar's mechanical servants has dropped sharply, but this "old machine" is the longest-serving veteran, and Zou Shuyi is reluctant to throw it away as long as it is still usable.

"Welcome back, little master." The creaking sound of the bearing turning was quite noticeable; it seemed that some parts needed to be replaced again.

Su Ninglong reached out and patted its cool alloy shell: "Thank you, Lao Shi."

Zou Shuyi had already renamed Lao Shi, but as long as Su Ninglong called it that, Lao Shi would accept the name and never correct it.

Stepping into the newly renovated bar, the old tables and chairs that were pieced together from the past are nowhere to be seen.

Instead, a whole batch of custom-made solid wood furniture was used, with simple vine patterns embossed on the smooth-lined chair backs. The veins of the leaves seemed to tremble gently in the wind under the light, demonstrating the sculptor's skill.

Su Ninglong's fingertips traced the warm wood grain, a look of appreciation appearing in her eyes. "Tsk, these are all my star coins glowing..."

Just as I was secretly feeling the pinch, a cheerful greeting came from the bar.

Wu Mo raised his wine glass and waved at her.

Su Ninglong's eyes lit up, and she instantly forgot about Lao Shi. She rushed over like a cannonball and shouted, "Uncle Wu!"

Their intimacy is just like a father and daughter reuniting.

Wu Mo laughed and supported her under her ribs, instinctively wanting to spin her around like he did when they were children.

Although she is only 1.5 meters tall and has a slender appearance, she has well-developed muscles and strong bones, and her weight of over 100 kilograms is quite considerable.

He quickly put her down after turning her halfway around, and Wu Mo teased, rubbing his lower back exaggeratedly, "Little Su, your weight... you're no longer the little princess I could lift high in the air back then, you're just fat..."

"Stop." Su Ninglong raised her chin arrogantly. "Alright, I know. If she's not a little princess, then she's a grand princess!"

Wu Mo was amused by her and reached out to pinch her stubborn chin: "Alright, I heard from Miss Zou that our eldest princess is now a landlady, so it's not too much to ask your uncle for a drink, is it?"

"Godmother," Su Ninglong called out as she turned to the bar, "Bring Uncle Wu Mo a glass of Orange Mountain. And a Dream for everyone in the room, on my tab." She smiled and looked around the room, "Thank you all for coming! Please continue to support my boss Zou's business in the future."

Cheers erupted instantly:
"Wow! This young boss is awesome!"

"Sister Zou has always taken good care of us, but we are very grateful to Xiao Su for treating us."

Zou Shuyi glared at her reproachfully across the bar: "You're just wasting your money."

Despite saying that, a smile was hidden in his eyes.

The bar was only full of a few dozen people, and a 188-star-coin drink was just a drop in the ocean for her daughter, who earned a fortune every day.

Su Ninglong winked at her mother, "Smart people know how to use a small amount of money to gain a big favor."

With such just the right amount of "generosity," who would dare to refuse when ordering these regular customers to run errands later on?
"I genuinely like everyone." Su Ninglong smiled and, after treating everyone, quickly went behind the counter.

Almost simultaneously, Ollie and Kiri lightly leaped onto the leather sofa by the window, their massive bodies filling the seat completely, the two furry "hills" comfortably overlapping and lying down.

A murmur of surprise rippled through the bar.

Most of the people present were knowledgeable experts who immediately recognized the two dogs as navigation dogs, one of which was Ollie, who was with Principal Yan.

Their gazes toward Su Ninglong were filled with envy. To be able to win the following of two lead dogs at the same time, she truly deserves to be the most promising hunter among the new generation.

Although a lead dog that has already recognized its owner is friendly towards strangers, it is inherently distant.

Ollie's willingness to go back to the bar with his owner clearly shows that he is genuinely fond of this little darling.

Several hunters and net hunters, unable to contain their curiosity, approached the sofa and tentatively reached out to gently stroke their heads.

The palm sinks into the thick, dense fur, the touch like scooping up a handful of warm sunshine, and the strong, resilient muscles hidden beneath the thick fur are even more captivating.

In a corner, an intelligence officer who occasionally came for a drink sized up Su Ninglong, tapped the screen with his fingertips, and said meaningfully, "Ninglong, there's something interesting. Someone just posted a video of you walking around the Starship Building with your 'pet' online, with a sensational title: #PrivilegedHunterDisruptsPublicOrderWithBeast#, it's trending right now. Aren't you going to explain yourself online?"

No matter how much time and space you cross, this highly anticipated "honor" always finds its way to you.

She smiled easily: "I'm too lazy to say anything more. Let's wait for the Starship Building officials to slap them in the face."

Before the words were finished, a soft sound rang out, and the heavy oak door of the bar was slowly pushed open.

A group of young people filed in, their footsteps creating a breeze that stirred up a piece of invoice that had fallen to the ground. The previously noisy chatter seemed to be cut short by an invisible hand, and everyone's attention was drawn to them.

They were all dressed in well-tailored dark suits, the fabric shimmering like deep-sea pearls under the dim spotlights.

Her upright figure accentuated her sharp shoulder lines, and the taut muscles in her shoulders and back were faintly visible beneath the silk lining as she walked.

Each young face is like a replica of a classical sculpture, with deep shadows cast by their brow bones, sharp noses, and clean, defined jawlines.

The short-haired girl on the left tilted her head slightly, and the skin behind her ear and down to the back of her neck was dazzlingly white. Her black hair, tied in a ponytail, cascaded down to her waist like a polished brocade.

The tall man next to her had one hand in his suit trouser pocket, with the latest model bracelet half-exposed on his wrist.

As the group's calm gaze swept across the room, a heavy, almost tangible sense of oppression swept through the air.

"Alright, have you filled up enough? Come and get your drinks." Su Ninglong's clear voice broke the silence as a group of people filled up.

She was so embarrassed she felt like she was digging her toes out of a three-bedroom apartment.

Even Xin Yi's feigned "indifference" mask shattered instantly.

He shrieked as he approached the bar: "Sister Su! I'm only going to put on this act once, so at least let me fill the whole song's time with my cool act!"

"You're faking it, but we're not." Lei Qingya was graceful and had a unique air of immortals and heroes in every gesture. Even the way she sat on the high chair was pleasing to the eye.

Shen Zhaoming smiled gently, lightly pushing up the gold-rimmed glasses with his fingertips, and slowly rolled up his shirt sleeves to his elbows.

He avoided the noise at the bar and went straight to the corner booth, his every move exuding the refined elegance unique to scholars.

Seeing this, Song Hu followed and sat down next to Shen Zhaoming with Ying Gu.

He was also surrounded by a scholarly air, but he had a sharper edge than Shen Zhaoming, like a tempered blade tucked inside an ancient book.

Charlie peered over the edge of the bar and asked, "Aunt Zou! Do you remember me?"

He squeezed next to Lian Xinyi, and his naturally curly hair was similar to Lian Xinyi's. When the two stood together, they inexplicably felt like brothers.

Zou Shuyi squinted to take a closer look, then suddenly burst into laughter: "Little Cha? You've grown into a big young man!"

She gestured towards Charlie's shoulder. "Your mother said that there's a line of girls chasing after you for three blocks, is that true?"

Charlie shrank back abruptly. Over the years, Song Liushali had instilled his values ​​in him, and he had long lost his former innocence.

"No way! I don't understand what they're after!" He scratched his messy curly hair in frustration. "Just my face?"

"Wake up." Lian Xinyi elbowed him in the ribs. "In terms of looks, Xingyuan is the best. Your level... in our group, you'd be a floor tile at best."

Zou Shuyi chuckled, amused. Time seemed to have been exceptionally kind to her appearance, as she looked exactly the same as she had six years ago.

Lian Xinyi looked at that smiling face and her ears turned slightly red. "Auntie! Ninglong is giving us a lot of money today, can you make us a cocktail?"

"Sure." Zou Shuyi scooped ice into a shaker and started mixing the drink.

Taking the opportunity, Lian Xinyi leaned closer to Su Ninglong, her gaze shifting between Su Ninglong and Xingyuan. "Seriously, Su-jie, your godmother is beautiful and your dad is handsome. Your genes are super superior. Did you learn to be cheeky from birth?"

He belatedly looked around at his childhood friends and suddenly realized that everyone around him was quite good-looking.

"Sister Su! You don't actually have a looks-based criteria for choosing friends, do you?"

Su Ninglong rolled her eyes. She wasn't that shallow, even though she was held back by Yan when it came to choosing a guide.

But since we had a choice, we naturally chose the good-looking dad.

"Young man, your words are as sweet as honey. How about a cup of Orange Mountain?" Zou Shuyi elegantly tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She was as beautiful as ever, even more so than before.

Su Ninglong forced a smile, "Godmother, no need to order Orange Mountain for him. This classmate Lian specifically requested Fiery Fox Love, saying he wants to rekindle their old passion~"

Zou Shuyi raised an eyebrow and glanced at Lian Xinyi, the shaker tracing a silver arc in her palm. "Looks like he's a guy with a story."

She first mixed a "Fire Fox Love" cocktail for Lian Xinyi, and then made cocktails for the others.

Xingyuan handed bottles of cocktail drinks to Zou Shuyi. Then, Xingyuan leaned against the liquor cabinet and peeled lemons. As the bright yellow peels spiraled down, Zou Shuyi happened to look up at him.

The dim yellow light, carrying a silent smile, flowed between them, so sweet it could make honey.
Lian Xinyi took a few sips of Firefox Love and started to feel a little dizzy. Observing the ambiguous atmosphere between the two, she said, "I knew it, we don't go in unless we're family..."

Lei Qingya slapped him across the mouth, covering it: "Shut up! Don't bring up your failed love history."

The straw Su Ninglong was holding fell into her juice glass with a "plop," and her pupils dilated as she scanned the two of them.

Did Mom manage to get Xingyuan, this eternally unyielding lover?

Or did Xingyuan pluck his mother's thorny peach?

This fantastical plot, comparable to a planet colliding with a star, completely shattered her belief that her godmother was destined to be single forever.

However… she squinted and sipped her juice.

This is better.

To avoid having to act out two separate scenes of filial piety when the "godfather" and "nanny" each start their own families in the future.

As night deepened, the aroma of fried food mingled with the smell of alcohol in the bar.

Su Ninglong sank into the sofa, clutching her juice glass, her bangs clinging messily to her slightly sweaty temples. The long table in front of her was piled high with golden fried squid, molten cheese potato wedges, and crispy onion tarts… giving off a slightly spoiled vibe.

After drinking a cup of Firefox Love, Lian Xinyi didn't ramble on; instead, she collapsed into a limp mess.

Ao used his paw pads to slap his face, and the young man just mumbled something and rolled over, burying his face in Qirui's tail fur.

"Let him sleep, he's been very tired lately." Song Hu often did missions with Lian Xinyi and knew his situation very well. "He's been heartbroken many times in order to better use the Kui Niu Zhen Po Gong."

True physical fragmentation.

Each time the sacred artifact is activated to its maximum extent, fine cracks appear in the heart, like glass.

Only drowsiness and high-calorie food can help him recover more quickly.

Su Ninglong picked up a crispy potato wedge and glanced at Lian Xinyi, who was fast asleep on the sofa: "Has his superpower not been developed into any new use?"

Song Hu said, "It only enhances the recovery ability."

Deeply exploring one's superpowers is not easy; some people never even reach the threshold of a second form of ability in their entire lives.

"Enhanced recovery is also good. If the ability reaches its limit, it might even be able to regenerate severed limbs." This wasn't the first time Su Ninglong had said this, but enhancing one's superpowers is quite different from cultivating immortality. Reaching the limit is no easy feat.