Zhang Shaozhong slumped in the chair, feeling like his bones were about to fall apart.
Ye Meier held the TV remote and randomly pressed buttons on the black screen, muttering to herself, "What's the use of this black glass mirror?"
"That's a TV... Press that red button..."
Zhang Shaozhong gave the instructions listlessly.
Night Enchantress pressed the button as instructed.
"Whoosh!"
The television suddenly turned on, and a visually stunning fantasy drama was playing on the screen. It happened to be showing a scene where the male and female leads were flying in the sky on swords, with cheap special effects.
"!!!"
The two bigwigs were instantly drawn to the scene, but their expressions quickly turned extremely strange.
Ling Qingxue frowned as she watched the crooked, unnatural sword-wielding movements on the screen, along with the actor's exaggerated acting.
"This is... sword control? The figure is unsteady, there is no sword intent at all, and the circulation of true energy is utterly absurd!"
This is a disgrace to the name 'Sword Mastery'!
Ye Meier pointed to a villainous female supporting character inside, dressed in a flamboyant manner and casting "magic," and laughed so hard she almost fell over:
"Hahaha! Where did this woman dressed like a butterfly come from?"
Is she so afraid that others won't know she's about to unleash a powerful attack with such a long casting animation?
Even the cleaning ladies at our Holy Church are more efficient than her!
Zhang Shaozhong covered his face, unable to bear to look.
Making these two professionals watch domestic fantasy dramas is practically a public execution.
He quickly picked up the remote and changed the channel.
The next channel was Animal World, showing footage of lion prides hunting on the African savanna.
Ling Qingxue frowned slightly as she watched the bloody scene of predation:
"The strong prey on the weak, and the cycle of nature continues. The beasts of this world are quite similar to those of the primordial era."
Night Enchantress commented:
"The original form of this lion demon is not bad, but its demonic aura is a bit weak, and its fighting style is too rough, with no skill whatsoever."
Zhang Shaozhong:
"...That's a real lion! Not a demon!"
Switching the channel again, I saw the evening news, where the anchor was reporting on the international situation in clear and articulate language.
Ling Qingxue stared intently at the various modern weapons and city scenes switching on the screen:
"The war machines of mortals in this world have developed to such an extent? Although there is no fluctuation of spiritual power, their destructive power should not be underestimated."
Night Enchantress, however, was more interested in the streamer's appearance:
"This woman has such a strange hairstyle and is dressed so formally. Is she a female official of this realm? What kind of legal code is she reciting?"
Zhang Shaozhong had given up on explaining and simply tossed the remote control to them.
"You can watch whatever you want, just don't smash the TV."
He needed to take a shower first; he felt like he was about to spoil.
He took the newly bought towel and toiletries into the bathroom.
Soon, the sound of rushing water came from inside.
The two big shots outside lost interest in the television and began examining other things in the room.
Ling Qingxue walked to the window, looking at the night view of the town and the car lights flowing on the highway in the distance. Her eyes were a little dazed, and she seemed to be thinking about something.
Night Enchantress, however, became interested in the bathroom. She walked to the door, listened to the sound of running water, and asked curiously:
"Hey kid! What are you doing in there? Why is the water so loud?"
Zhang Shaozhong, who was scrubbing himself in the bath, was startled and almost slipped:
"Take a bath, lady! What else?!"
"bath?"
Night Enchantress was even more puzzled.
"What kind of magical implement could draw out such a plentiful amount of water?"
In her mind, bathing was still a wooden tub bath or a spring bath.
Zhang Shaozhong was too lazy to answer and sped up the rinsing.
When he came out wearing shorts and a vest, drying his hair, he found the two big shots staring at his bare arms and legs, their eyes full of scrutiny (Ling Qingxue) and amusement (Ye Meier).
"Cough... What are you looking at..."
Zhang Shaozhong felt a little uncomfortable being stared at.
"The mortal body is indeed weak and shows no signs of tempering."
Ling Qingxue gave it a professional negative review.
"Tsk tsk, fair and delicate skin, even fairer than the drug slaves we keep in our Holy Enclosure."
Night Enchantress spoke in a flippant tone.
Zhang Shaozhong:
"..." I'll endure it!
He decided to ignore them and took out his newly bought phone charger to charge his phone.
Seeing him shove a plug into the "black hole" in the wall, and his phone screen immediately lit up to show that it was charging, the two big shots were once again attracted.
"This thing... can actually draw energy from the walls?"
Ling Qingxue asked in surprise.
Does this black box need to be "fed"?
Night Enchantress found it very interesting.
Zhang Shaozhong sighed and resignedly began explaining the facts:
"This is called electricity... a kind of energy... transmitted through wires... plug it in and it can replenish the power to your phone... that black box..."
The two bigwigs only half understood what was being said, but they grasped the meaning of "replenishing energy".
Night Enchantress's eyes lit up, and she pointed to the socket:
"So, according to you, this 'electricity' can also replenish our energy?"
Zhang Shaozhong was so frightened he almost jumped up:
"Absolutely not! People will die! Electricity and your spiritual power are not the same thing! Don't touch that hole!"
He was really afraid that these two ancestors would be too curious and stick their fingers in.
It's getting late, time to rest.
But then the question of where to sleep became.
There was only one double bed in the room.
Ling Qingxue stared at the bed, her face icy cold:
"I will never sleep in the same bed as this vixen!"
Ye Meier also looked disgusted:
"I'm not going to sit with you, you hypocrite! Disgusting!"
Zhang Shaozhong was in a complete mess:
"Then what should we do? I'll sleep on the floor? Or you two can squeeze in?"
"no!"
The two refused in unison.
Ultimately, the stalemate resulted in Zhang Shaozhong tragically sleeping on the floor.
Ling Qingxue lay fully clothed on the far left side of the bed, with her back to the outside, while Ye Meier lay fully clothed on the far right side of the bed, also with her back to the outside.
There was a huge gap in the middle, big enough for two people to sleep in, as if separated by a galaxy.
Turn off the lights and go to sleep.
The room fell into darkness and silence.
But obviously, no one can fall asleep right away.
The ground was hard, and Zhang Shaozhong felt uncomfortable lying there, tossing and turning.
The atmosphere on the bed was even more tense. Although the two big shots remained motionless, their breathing was wary and stiff, as if the other might suddenly attack at any moment.
After an unknown amount of time, just as Zhang Shaozhong was drifting off to sleep, he suddenly heard Ye Meier let out a very soft hum:
"You're such a hypocrite! You're stepping on my hair!"
Ling Qingxue's icy voice immediately responded:
"Nonsense! I'm miles away from you!"
"That's your ghostly chill drifting over! It's so cold!"
"It's your filthy demonic energy that's suffocating me!"
"Want to fight?"
"You think I'm afraid of you!"
In despair, Zhang Shaozhong covered his head with the blanket.
Good heavens, when will this end?!
This night was destined to be sleepless.
At least that's how it is for Zhang Shaozhong and two other big shots who feel that the other's breathing is polluting the air.
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