After leaving the residence of the old scholar, Zhou Li stretched out his hand, stood on tiptoes, and tried hard to pat Joan of Arc on the shoulder. Looking at the female knight who had donned her helmet, Zhou Li comforted her,
"It's okay, just because he doesn't know how to find Ying Yuan doesn't mean nobody else does."
"Right."
Tang Wan nodded beside them, saying persuasively, "At least Ying Yuan knows how to find Ying Yuan."
"Next time you talk nonsense, consider the time and place."
Zhou Li chopped Tang Wan's head with a karate chop and then said to Joan of Arc, "Brother Joan of Arc, just stay at home for the time being and don't show your face outside. After all, being a zombie is a bit too explosive in Da Ming."
"I understand."
Joan of Arc accepted this conclusion calmly and sighed, "My luck hasn't been that good, otherwise I wouldn't have been hung on the stake and repeatedly toasted to a golden brown."
"There's no need to be so extreme."
