"Y-Yo-You—" A sword bathed in a dark purple sheen, a black mage robe, and a propensity to insta-kill things without batting an eyelid via Twin Incineration. This time, Gu Fei's image completely fit his legend to a T, and this player's right hand pointed at him tremblingly. In the next moment, he covered his mouth with it and took several steps backward.
"Are you Thousand Miles Drunk?" The player finally managed to squeak this question out.
"You know me?" Gu Fei was astonished.
That's it. I'm about to die… That was the only thought running through the man's head in the moment, because he realized that he was trying to get back his grinding spot from the greatest PK-er throughout Parallel World – the king of killing, Thousand Miles Drunk.
"Uhhhh… I have something on. May I take my leave first?" the guy asked.
