"Excellent! It was wonderful. I apologize for my one-sided remarks today.

You are indeed a master who has tricked Zhen Yi. When I thought you were just slacking off, it turns out you had already figured out the whole situation. You are really awesome. I admire you."

Being praised is a good thing, but this shit owner kept calling him "Zhen Yi" and "Mo Yu" all the time, which sounded a bit sarcastic.

But this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that he used this exaggerated praise to cover up his attitude towards the issue of choosing one of the two. Seeing this method of diverting attention as skillfully as his own, Cheng Shi raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

He can't really be a liar, right?

A liar pretending to be [Memory]?

This impersonation is a little too similar, it can't be... a lie like yesterday?

Cheng Shi's heart sank, but he replied politely:

"Same here, brother Shitmaster also picked up some good shit. When will you share your harvest from last night with us?"

Zuo Qiu's face was embarrassed, and he laughed dryly:

"I'm ashamed to say that I didn't find any new historical materials last night. I was just very interested in the ecology of the Fungus-Footed Tribe that survived in the Sighing Forest, so I did some research. All I found were some superficial bits of unofficial history that aren't worth talking about."

"Unofficial history is also history. History has its serious side, and naturally it also has its humorous side. Everyone is so tired today, so tell us about it and have some fun."

Zuo Qiu touched his head, his expression becoming more and more embarrassed.

"Well, to be honest, I really didn't find anything. I went out in the middle of the night just because of some of my personal habits. I like to... ahem... observe other people's lives late at night to add some spice to my boring historical journey. So let me go, I really don't have much to say."

As soon as these words, which sounded like self-deprecation and begging for mercy, were spoken, the faces of everyone on the field changed slightly.

The hunter had the smallest reaction, but was the most shocked in his heart. He was wondering if the historian had discovered his identity and was passing a message to Cheng Shi.

Hong Lin's expression remained unchanged, and there was even a smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes clearly glanced at Jiang Wumei beside him.

The puppet master always had a hidden attitude that made it difficult to figure out. Cheng Shi blinked in shock, as if he had not expected that historians had such a twisted human habit.

He looked at Zuo Qiu with disdain and said:

"You went to spy on a couple's night conversation?

No brother, this is a bit too wild.

I heard that the mushroom-footed people's nighttime activities are completed by entwining the mycorrhizae of their two feet. You didn't come back just for this night?

Are you addicted to it? Or are the mushroom-footed people in the Sighing Forest different from those in other places? Do they have any new tricks?"

When these words were spoken, everyone in the room was shocked.

[Silence] responded again, and the puppet master who had not responded finally made the royal sister puppet kneel down again, revealing a pair of big eyes that blinked and were eager for knowledge.

Zuo Qiu's face became even stiffer. He didn't know whether Cheng Shi deliberately changed the subject or simply didn't see the identity of the Dream Peeping Ranger. In short, after this sentence, no one could continue the conversation.

"No, brother, please continue. I'm just curious."

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