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"I, what's wrong?" Guiche asked with concern.
Qin Shou rubbed his forehead and said, "Guess?"
After speaking, Qin Shou crawled into his own tent, lay down on the bed like a big character, looking up at the tent ceiling, his mind a tangled mess.
"Damn it, Emperor Gouchen. Bloody hell, Emperor Gouchen..." Qin Shou kept cursing Emperor Gouchen's ancestors in his mind on a loop.
Thinking about it, if it weren't for Gouchen sending him down to the Lower Realm, he wouldn't have met so many people. Without knowing so many people, he wouldn't have gotten caught up in this storm, and wouldn't have such a headache now.
"I, do you... need someone to attend your bed?" Just then, Feidan poked his head in, chuckling.
"Scram!" Qin Shou cursed.
Feidan quickly withdrew his head.
"Fellow Daoist, seeing the shadow on your brow, it seems..."
"Seems like your grandpa! Scram!" Qin Shou snapped.
