Sat on the edge of the rooftop, Lu Shu sighed, his arms supported him from behind, "I want to go not only to stay clear of trouble, but mainly to teach those Practitioner-trafficking organizations a lesson since they've got some clues. Or maybe, I can send them down to hell to visit their victims. I was never a generous person after all…"
"It's called being a miser. Euphemisms…" Lu Xiaoyu mumbled.
"Yes?"
"I think it's good," Lu Xiaoyu smiled, her face was even more adorable under the mild moonlight.
Language was a powerful tool. Stingy could be called being unsympathetic, having poor grades all the time could be described as consistent performance, and even a bully could be said as someone with good manual dexterity. Only those who mastered it would truly appreciate its beauty.
Many years ago, there was even a proposal to replace Chinese characters with Pinyin. Lu Shu found their argument unbelievable.
