With a face full of melancholy, Zhou Li planted Tang Wan into the ground.
Looking at the thick, dark, pale golden fate seed in the soil, Zhou Li sighed, momentarily at a loss for words.
Forget it, I'll find someone else to shear for wool.
Just as Zhou Li began to envision the Taoist Priest's image in his mind, he suddenly trembled, shooting out like a volcanic eruption, and in the next second, Zhou Li startled awake.
"Shit!"
Zhou Li panted heavily, the memory of that feeling like his butt was on fire still vivid in his mind. He frantically touched his backside and only breathed a sigh of relief upon finding no roasted parts.
"Awake?"
Tang Wan poked Zhou Li with a stick, delighting in his misfortune, "What, did you dream of being ultimately humiliated by Gui Daozi?"
"A stale joke becomes a commuter bus stale joke if you play it ten times."
