"Is that so?" Jiang Lu was somewhat surprised, "That's strange, I thought all you girls liked shipping this kind of CP. I even thoughtfully came up with a name for this CP for you—
Big Bro CuChu!"
"Where did that stereotype come from?"
Morrigan felt a wave of dizziness:
"And what the hell is Big Bro CuChu, don't just randomly name things like that!!"
"Sorry..."
After a moment of silence, Morrigan asked again:
"So this nutritional liquid is..."
"Holy Water," Jiang Lu shrugged, "It's an old-fashioned brew, do you want some?"
"I'd rather not..." Morrigan stared at the Holy Water slowly flowing through the tube, feeling an innate resistance, "It looks somehow familiar, and it gives me a bad feeling."
"Hey? You're being too harsh." Jiang Lu sulked.
Morrigan looked at Conchobar, who had lost consciousness, bound in the chair, rolling his eyes back, covered in wounds, and suddenly felt a twinge of pity.
