The juicer wasn't a juicer. It was a cursed artifact—an ancient demonic press called .
His arrogance, his muscles, his bad attitude—all of it liquefied into a small, glowing glass of amber liquid. The label materialized out of thin air: "Bully Juice. Notes: Tangy with a bitter finish. High in toxicity, zero in nutritional value." Xia Qingzi - The Demon Girl Juicing. Chapter 1....
The moment Qingzi plugged it in, the machine whirred to life with a sound like a dying choir. A pomegranate rolled off the counter by itself. It wasn't red. It was black, veined with pulsing orange light. Before she could scream, the juicer's arm grabbed her wrist. The juicer wasn't a juicer
Qingzi should have been terrified. Instead, she opened her refrigerator. Inside, three new empty glasses waited. she opened her refrigerator. Inside