Speak?
Speak what?
Your mother-f***ing comments are going to be censored.
Or are you saying "I'm so very sorry and grateful to Mr. Zhou for not having you exert your full strength to plant even more traitors"?
Ha ha, still want to say "mother-f***er," huh?
"Sigh."
Suddenly, the fox spirit slumped in her chair let out a sigh. Her voice was indistinct, void of emotion, yet it contained a touch of sorrow, desolation, and a sense of resigned frustration.
"What's up? Ready to go into a high-speed triple strike?"
Zhou Li rubbed his hands together fly-like, his gentlemanly smile coming to life on the page.
Yushao stood by with his arms crossed, silent, simply watching the exchange between Zhou Li and the fox spirit with a faint smile.
"So it has come to this, after all."
The fox spirit shook her head gently as she spoke softly.
"Holy shit, don't pull that stuff."
