"You will die?" Fei Youliang was confused. He had asked about his future wife's name, but why would such a curse come out? There was no connection between them. He made sure he had followed the rules of the Pen Spirit game closely; he did not do anything that should have angered the Pen Spirit.
He thought about it, and an answer came to him. This must be one of the preset designs. No matter what question I asked, these three words were destined to appear.
Feeling like he had seen through the boss' trick, the confidence that Fei Youliang had lost earlier started to resurface.
