"That guy must be fuming, huh?" Xiuling's mood suddenly improved, and her expression softened as she tilted her head to look at the younger brother in front of her, "What about you? Do you consider yourself a hero?"
"Me?" Meng Ziming paused for a moment, "Not yet, but in the future, I'll surely have a place under the heavens. After we become Daoist partners, I plan to convince our master to start our own sect, recruit disciples broadly, and make our sect's name shine!"
"Hand me a lucky draw, and you buy an AK to grow big and strong?" Xiuling suddenly found that person's way of speaking really interesting.
"Ha ha ha..." Meng Ziming couldn't contain his laughter, "I didn't expect you to have such a sense of humor."
Sense of humor? That was just that filthy thing's basic operation, wasn't it? He'd spew loads of flirty words every day, and Xiuling had pretty much gotten used to it. But why did it become humor when it came to someone else?
