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After finishing his words, he sprawled onto the table and fell asleep, snoring, with a row of "zzz" symbols appearing above his head.
Xiao Jie couldn't help but be stunned, thinking to himself, what's going on? Since when did this old monkey have such a poor tolerance for alcohol?
But immediately after, he heard the sound of a horse's neigh coming from the street. The neighing was prolonged and distant, as if it echoed, and it seemed as profound as a dragon's chant. Xiao Jie had a sudden hunch, and sure enough, a moment later came the sound of someone clomping up the stairs. He saw a figure clad in dark armor stride up the stairs—it could be none other than Long Xingtianxia.
"Ah, Feng hasn't left yet, how fortunate, I have something I need to discuss with you— you sure left quickly, the aftermath really kept me busy..."
Xiao Jie chuckled inwardly, thinking how the way people addressed him changed after he had killed two men.
