As Zhu Yike spoke, the corners of his eyes and mouth twitched.
"Lord Shou, are you scratching my back? It feels a little painful...."
Xu Xiaoshou was shocked. He silently wrapped his arm with a layer of the spiritual source.
"It's nothing. Don't talk nonsense."
Mu Zixi was stunned.
They were in a middle of a fight!
Why were they suddenly sweet-talking? And in that intimate position?
"Cursed. Passive Points,+1,+1,+1,+1..."
"Lord Shou, do you have any paper?" Zhu Yike asked again.
"Paper? What paper?" Xu Xiaoshou watched the injuries on Zhu Yike's gradually recovering. What was the point of him asking for paper?
"Any paper will do. I've recovered a little spiritual source and want to give you a gift."
Gift?
