"Who are you?"
Facing Zhou Li, who dressed like a pervert, posed like a pervert, and even made an entrance like a pervert, Yushao frowned and asked.
"Cough cough."
Zhou Li coughed twice upon hearing this. He then bent over slightly, stretched out his hand, and with Spirit Qi coalescing into spider silk sticking to the beam. Accompanied by an extremely ugly spider-swinging action, Zhou Li squatted next to the stupefied Thirteen Orphans and said in a deep voice:
"I am your good neighbor, a benevolent hero, Bixiangde·Parker, but you can also call me a failed gate."
"Zhou Li?!"
Xu Ziyi, who had been in a daze, unable to make sense of anything, suddenly became excited. She slammed the table as she rose, pointing at Zhou Li and cursing: "What kind of shit disguise is this?! Even if you appeared before me naked, I'd recognize you!"
"There'd be a problem if you couldn't recognize that."
Zhou Li retorted.
"Zhou Li!"
