Where's my brother?
At the dinner table, Xu Xuan started pondering over this question that seemed as significant as life itself.
Where is my foolish brother?
Zhou Li held his bowl, shoveling air into his mouth bite after bite, thoughtlessly pondering.
Where is my two-meter-three, seventy-four kilogram, blond-haired Western Horse-Ear Zombie?
Just like that, one who had lost his brother of several decades, and another who had lost a monster as noticeable as a landmark building, a man and a cat fell into deep thought.
What's going on here?
Tang Wan seemed to have realized something, but she didn't care in the slightest; instead, she continued scooping rice from Zhou Li's bowl, attempting to feed Zhou Li a day's worth of air.
"No way."
Zhou Li slammed the table, stood up, and said with a heavy voice, "I must go find Joan of Arc."
"Huh?"
Tang Wan by his side was stunned, then puzzled, "Is it that urgent?"
