Murong Qingqing snorted coldly, "Caring about who? Caring about you? You fool!"
"Alright, alright, let's quickly find the Scripture Pavilion, maybe it can help the village chief find Jue Wushen's Cross Training Divine Skill."
"It's for your village chief, right? You've done so much for this rough wooden-headed guy, do you think he appreciates it? If he did, he'd have already dealt with you on the spot."
"Dealt with on the spot... what does that mean?"
"It means... well, next time you go, ask your village chief directly. Maybe he'll get interested and deal with you on the spot."
"Sister Qingqing, it's obvious you're teasing me. I won't be silly enough to say it!"
The two girls darted through the No God Absolute Palace, the sound of their laughter under the clear moonlight seemingly dispelling the night's bloody turmoil.
...
Half a cup of tea time later.
All the players were intimidated by the ruthless slaughter.
