Zhou Li, Tang Wan, Zhu Qianyun, and Qianhu, along with a zombie Racing Horse Girl and a Godless Black Cat that had been played with to its limits, entered the tunnel together.
"This tunnel is much more a tunnel than any I've dug."
Looking at the high-quality tunnel framed with stone slabs and structured with wooden stakes on the interior, even Zhou Li couldn't help but utter a word of amazement.
"A tunnel that's more a tunnel than a tunnel?"
Joan of Arc, following behind, was taken aback and didn't understand what "more a tunnel than a tunnel" meant for a moment.
"Never mind."
Tang Wan, being kind-hearted, couldn't bear to see others confused and explained warmly, "He's being cute, you know what a tautology is, right?"
"Oh, I see, so Young Master Zhou is still quite childish."
Joan of Arc nodded and said, feeling relieved.
"Relieved my Bull Demon."
Zhou Li's mouth twitched, and he paused with the torch he was holding.
