"Wang Xi!" As the senior disciple, Liang Si was always gentle, but this time, his anxiety made his tone of voice much more urgent.
"Does your master dislike monks or Buddhist practitioners?" The paper figure rolled on the ground, clutching its head, its brain seemingly crawling with worms. It groaned and foamed at the mouth. "It seems there's someone else who doesn't like him either. Who is it? I forgot, I forgot, I don't remember."
"What am I here for?" He seemed to be delirious, shaking his head as he stood up from the ground. He looked around and walked dazedly to Wang Xi. "Little girl, just kill me?"
What's gotten into you now?
"Gone mad?" The paper figure was stunned. "It seems like someone has gone mad. Yes, we, we came to beg her to kill us. What's her name? She said, 'Drink today, sing today's songs, and for this lifetime, for this lifetime, her name will be Jin Ge.'"
"Master?" Wang Xi frowned. The paper figure patted her shoulder twice, and she felt like her bones were about to fall apart.
Just as he was about to push the person away, he heard him say, "Little girl, it's not safe here at night."
"You don't recognize me?" Wang Xi seemed to realize something.
"Be careful when traveling alone."
“Alone, Senior Brother…” She opened her mouth, but her senior brother was sitting right next to her, how could she be alone?
"Should I know you?" The paper figure frowned. "I have a question for you. Which sect is the number one sect in the world?"
Wang Xi: ...
"Who is the number one swordsman in the world?"
"Wen, Wen Jinge".
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