Three bottles of beer.
A plate of sunflower seeds.
In front of the bar.
"Killing people is too difficult now," Emperor Bai sighed.
"Indeed," Night King agreed.
"As soon as the wind disaster hit, it killed the vast majority of ordinary people; those left are somewhat capable, even having some kind of skin," Emperor Bai said.
"Those humans are hiding well, it's hard to find and kill them," Night King said.
"Even some humans are just lucky, and if you look at Dade again—"
Emperor Bai revealed a mocking smile, patted Wu Dade's shoulder, and said, "This guy was trapped in a desert town, didn't manage to kill a single person, and now he still has no skin."
Night King couldn't help but laugh as he looked at Wu Dade,
"Dade, we're not blaming you, but you need to make an effort soon."
"...Of course, I know," Wu Dade said.
What the hell.
These two mysterious gods are eating my food, drinking my drink, even living in my house, and they still mock me?
