You have to understand, dresses like this only show up at certain banquets.
She's a ghost—where's she supposed to get that kind of high-end social life from?
"I want it."
Vivian said it with the willfulness of a child, and then shot a fierce glare at this ddleso Mary.
"What a plastic bestie relationship. Just now it was 'sis this, sis that', and now one dress and you're ready to turn on each other."
Ning Fan shook his head helplessly, but still didn't forget to knock so sense into Vivian—and then actually knocked her, hard.
Under Mary's surprised gaze, a crisp, loud finger-flick to the forehead rang out.
Mary, supposedly the one involved, didn't mind at all; instead she clung to Ning Fan's arm and cooed, "Honey, I waant it."
As she spoke, the two big "rabbits" on her chest weren't behaving either, swaying back and forth.
Ning Fan, who'd been full of pent‑up anger, suddenly froze, staring like he'd seen a ghost. "Where did you learn this stuff?"
Vivian didn't answer, just silently looked off in a certain direction.
A scantily dressed, sultry woman was holding the arm of a short, fat, greasy guy; the almost-shirt-busting basketballs on her chest were swaying left and right.
"You ignore all the good examples and just copy this kind of crap."
Fuming, Ning Fan flicked Vivian's forehead again, then said, "We're not buying it. Let's go."
Vivian's feet might as well have grown roots; Ning Fan tugged, but couldn't move her.
Seeing Vivian's clearly "must-buy" posture, Ning Fan's eyebrows twitched; he was obviously about to lose it.
"Ning Fan, why don't you just buy it. It's not even that expensive anyway."
Mary wasn't being airheaded here—she knew Ning Fan was not soone who lacked money.
Vivian, who had been looking at Mary like a mortal enemy monts ago, now cheered, "Mary sis, you're the best!"
He glanced at the price tag: 88,888 US Dollars.
One look at that number and Ning Fan understood—this dress existed to fleece gullible Huaxia tourists.
In Arica, to show a discount, rchants usually end prices with a nine.
Only Huaxia folks, because "eight" sounds like "fortune" and "six" like "smooth," are especially obsessed with those two numbers.
So in Arica, whenever you're in a popular tourist city and see a rchant deliberately ending prices with six or eight, that's a blatant "black shop" that shows no rcy when cutting into Huaxia wallets.
And Las Vegas is exactly that kind of tourist city beloved by Huaxia people.
Of course, it's not a real "black shop," just that compared to other custors, the store's profit margin is a lot higher.
"It really isn't expensive. Forget the little diamonds on it, just the design alone is top tier."
Under Vivian's hopeful gaze, Ning Fan's tone suddenly flipped, and he said helplessly, "To buy it, you need money first!"
"You're out of money?"
Mary sounded puzzled. She rembered Ning Fan having an Arican Express black card on him.
"My wallet's gone."
As he spoke, Ning Fan shot Vivian a fierce glare.
Inside the Demon Dragon Refining Kill Formation, even Ning Fan's physical body had vaporized in an instant; how could he have a single cent left on him?
Him bragging earlier about buying it was just him subconsciously assuming he still had money.
Otherwise, why would Ning Fan set himself up for this, or end up in this scene where Vivian refused to leave?
"Money? Gold Coin?"
Vivian sounded confused, then her eyes rolled and she suggested proudly, like offering a treasure, "Spending money is such a hassle. Just rob soone instead."
Judging by how relaxed she looked, you could imagine Vivian had robbed people more than once.
"Rob your head. Is your hide itching? Did everything I said to you just go in one ear and out the other?"
Ning Fan lowered his voice and warned, "Do you need to help you 'refresh' your mory?"
"I…"
Under a certain unspeakable kind of threat, the proud giant dragon once again lowered her lofty head.
"Vivian, why don't we buy it next ti."
Mary felt a bit awkward, with a faint hint of guilt.
She'd wanted to treat this newly t pretty little sister well, but had to face a very real problem—she had no money.
After becoming a ghost, money really had turned into scrap paper to her, sothing she had no interest in at all.
"Oh."
Seeing Vivian's disappointed expression, Mary's heart almost shattered. She quietly mulled over whether she should go back to her old trade.
Back in the day she'd relied on her Soul Confusing Technique to cheat both "sex" and money.
"Don't spoil her."
Ning Fan snapped unhappily.
Vivian was absolutely the lawless type.
If he didn't use this chance to slowly correct this crooked streak in her,
then give her an inch and she'd open a whole dye workshop.
The trouble she'd cause in the future would only get bigger and bigger.
"Look, you've scared the child."
Seeing Vivian looking all traumatized, Mary's maternal instincts kicked in; she hurriedly hugged her to comfort her.
"Child my ass. This Evil Dragon is older than human history."
Ning Fan couldn't help吐槽, then lowered his voice, "From now on, if you behave and are good, whatever you want, I'll buy it for you."
"Really?"
"Of course really."
In Ning Fan's eyes, training a dragon wasn't much different from training a monkey: you whack it with a stick, then give it a date.
"But you just said you'd buy this one for !"
Vivian let out a little huff, clearly doubting Ning Fan's honesty.
"Just now was an accident."
Ning Fan's guilty look flashed and vanished, then he said seriously, "Don't forget whose fault it is that I'm broke."
"I believe you."
Vivian reluctantly granted Ning Fan a sliver of trust.
"Relax. As long as you don't cause trouble, I guarantee I'll satisfy your reasonable requests."
Crafty as ever, Ning Fan deliberately stressed the word "reasonable."
"Fine then."
Seeing Vivian still gazing longingly at the window display, Ning Fan felt a headache. "I'll buy it for you in a bit."
"Ning Fan, you…"
Mary worried Ning Fan wouldn't manage it and would disappoint Vivian again.
After all, the three of them together didn't even have a single cent on them.
"Don't worry."
If Ning Fan could be stumped by money, he might as well go find a block of tofu to bash his head on.
"No way I'm going to be like this unscrupulous Evil Dragon. I'm a man of principles."
Letting his gaze sweep over the crowds on the street, Ning Fan planned to find a suitable fat lamb to shear.
"Shear what fat lamb? This is the Gambling City—how hard can it be to scrape together so cash here?"
Only then did Ning Fan rember Las Vegas' defining feature.
Just as the three of them were about to leave, a minor situation popped up.
Two won and one man.
The man was handso and dashing, exuding an extraordinary aura.
Of the two won, one had a gentle, demure temperant, the very picture of a sweet, holy beauty.
The other was all youthful glamour; that dazzling head of blonde hair could only make you think of one word: "hot."
Even though all three had outstanding looks and presence, this is an era where people are judged by what they wear.
Mary was still doing relatively okay, dressed in a decent long dress, but a housewife's casual ho outfit, on the flashy streets of Las Vegas, radiated plainness from the inside out.
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