God knows how those plagiarists remember the three hundred Tang poems.
A moment of sadness overwhelmed me, my face revealed grief.
"At this moment, I can't even recite a single poem!"
The other players couldn't hold back their laughter upon seeing this scene.
If the timing was right, this group might even want to rehearse a scene for Lorentan's amusement.
Before Lai Xuan thought he was having a cyber-psychosis attack, Lin Miao adjusted his expression.
"Hmm...your father is dead, but who knows if he's completely dead."
Lai Xuan finally breathed a sigh of relief, afraid that his partner had really lost his mind.
As for the matter of killing his father with his own hands, he didn't feel overly sad inside.
On the day he decided to bring the relic to Night City, he knew Huang Ban Sanlang would definitely follow.
For this, he had made extensive preparations, planning for years and even contacting the Internet Supervisor.
