"Why are you all unhappy?" She pinched Yuan Qingling's cheek. "You're so chubby and cute."
“Um…” Yuan Qingling said embarrassedly as her cheek was being pulled, “Junior sister, I am your fourth senior brother.”
"How could that be? Fourth Senior Brother was struck by lightning just yesterday. Oh right, Senior Brother Liang, we still need to go and dig Senior Brother Yuan out!"
Fan Zifan looked at Wen Jingge with a puzzled expression. Okay, this one is covering her face with her hands.
He then turned his head to Liang Si. Very good, this one has covered his face with clothes.
"You guys are burying people?" Fan Zifan pointed at Yuan Qingling, who looked like a child, and said strangely, "So, by planting a seventy-year-old Yuan Qingling, you can get a ten-year-old Yuan Qingling?"
And he was struck by lightning?
Legend has it that only those born into the world who are not tolerated by heaven and earth will face heavenly tribulations. The top of the towering peak is filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, but what is inside?
What did you do?
Wen Xiaowu, I've realized I've been tricked by you again.
Fan Zifan slumped back in her chair, her lips pursed, her eyes dimming. "So, can you explain to me whether you really want the Demon Clan for research purposes?"
"No! Master didn't use demonic energy this time, he used demon cores." Liang Si took off the cloth covering his face and spread his hands. "More than a thousand seventh-order demon cores, gone."
"Go on," Fan Zifan said, certain that she was completely inept with numbers.
"The demon borrowed the Grandmaster's demonic energy to summon the lightning, and the lightning-summoning talisman was written with the Grandmaster's blood essence."
"A grand gesture!" Fan Zifan raised a finger.
"And, they even used up the tens of thousands of spirit stones we won," Wang Xi continued.
"So rich!" Fan Zifan clapped his hands, but in his heart he was bitter: all the spirit stones had passed through his hands!
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