Li Huan looked around confused.
They were in some kind of tavern and both of them have appeared out of nowhere, but it was as if no one cared or rather... no one noticed.
Li Huan got down from Zhao Fang's arms and looked at himself.
"Oh..." Was the only thing Li Huan could utter after looking at his clothes.
Grey robes with a black cloak that had gold embroidery.
They were in world eightieth. Where fucker Zhao's confession took place in.
And it was hell.
Li Huan heaved a long sigh. Rubbing his temple before walking to a seat in the front and sitting down.
He needed a drink after all that nonsense.
Zhao Fang followed after him. Clearly wanting to go to sleep but it was not possible.
They were not aware of what will come after this, and they had to be prepared.
A few minutes in and Li Huan had already drunk two beers.
He was stressed and wanted more but Zhao Fang stopped him.
His excuse? 'I do not want to deal with a drunk person with this headache...'
