"So, you guys took a Daoist who controls zombies and... er, um?"
Tao Yao put the chopsticks in front of Zhou Li and Tang Wan, and after hearing their explanation of what happened last night, she couldn't help but laugh: "How come you guys sound more like the bad guys?"
"Not too bad,"
Zhou Li blew on the soup in his bowl, saying with indifference: "Just set a little trap, ambushed someone, inflicted a very average wound, it wasn't very bloody."
Tang Wan had just scooped up some scrambled eggs with tomatoes with her spoon when she heard Zhou Li's casual remark, her hand and spoon freezing in mid-air.
But the hesitation lasted less than a second, her eyes firmed up, and she resolutely ate the brightly colored scrambled eggs with tomatoes in one bite.
"I didn't mean that."
