Zhao Ye scrutinized Zhang Long for a moment, "How do you feel?"
Zhang Long: "My head hurts a bit."
Zhao Ye squinted his eyes: "Does your butt hurt?"
"..." Zhang Long shook his head: "No."
The two looked at each other, as if a weight was lifted off their shoulders.
Zhao Ye helped Zhang Long back to the pavilion, grabbed a roast kidney, and spoke while eating, "Boss also fainted out of anger, letting us watch Chen Fan... What are we watching Chen Fan for? Is he breaking the law in his own home?"
"They say everyone has weaknesses, but does Chen Fan really commit murder and arson in his own home?"
Zhang Long picked up a roasted oyster: "Ah... This thing, before we came to Blue Star, was regarded as a treasure."
"But..."
Zhang Long, a little depressed, put the oyster down again: "Eating this thing won't do anything for our cultivation."
Zhao Ye was a little angry: "Wasn't it you who told us to buy it!"
"You didn't even spend any money, and you're still picky!"
