"I can't take it anymore, I'm going to sleep. Let's talk about it tomorrow..."
After Lily left, the third one lured in was Fuji.
Not sure what new trick she was up to, a hot air balloon shaped like Fuji floated gently above the courtyard, complete with a squad of tactical Fuji in her net.
The team was well-organized and disciplined, with a little officer-like Fuji haphazardly deploying an airborne operation.
"You go to the kitchen!"
"You go to the bathroom!"
"Don't forget under the bed!"
"Make sure to find Xiangxiang's stuff!"
"Report, isn't Xiangxiang in the big house by the river?"
"Idiot, not that Xiangxiang. Anyway, follow my orders, when I say jump, jump!"
Zhang Ze looked at the hot air balloon overhead and suddenly regretted showing Fuji those soldier king novels he made up, so he gently blew out a breath.
The Barbarian Tribe's witchcraft of wind-calling.
