Whether the other party was deliberately making things difficult or not, the roads were all uneven and muddy.
Because the rainwater was still wet, the road was slippery several times, almost causing Wan Qiqi to fall.
By the time Geng Laosan stopped, Wan Qiqi was already panting heavily.
Geng Laosan glanced at her and went upstairs.
Wan Qiqi looked up at the observation deck, no longer wanting to talk to the other person, and plopped down on the stairs.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come up? This is the best lookout point in the stronghold, you can see almost the entire stronghold.” Geng Laosan stood on the watchtower, turned around and pointed outwards: “From here, you can also see all the roads leading up the mountain clearly. When they bring the grain in a couple of days, you can see everything from here.”
The feeling of being manipulated was extremely unpleasant, but Wan Qiqi had no choice. She needed to understand the stronghold's defenses and also wanted to know exactly what areas the stronghold's outposts could see.
She suppressed her anger and, after a long while, managed to stand up from the steps, then hopped and skipped towards the observation deck.
"Wan Qiqi?" Geng Laosan tilted his head and looked down at Wan Qiqi. "Are you really Wan Qiqi?"
"Otherwise, who am I?"
Wan Qiqi didn't understand why he would ask that question, but she believed that no one in the world could find any evidence that she wasn't Wan Qiqi.
Geng Laosan did not answer her question, but simply said, "I just feel it's a bit of a pity."
Wan Qiqi was even more confused.
Do you know why I'm only the second-in-command of Lianshan Mountain Stronghold?
"Why?"
Wan Qiqi felt that he was indeed capable of being the head of the household, rather than being subservient to the tiger descending the mountain.
"Because he's older than me, that's all!"
Wan Qiqi rolled her eyes. "This can be considered an answer?"
Geng Laosan smiled and said, "Let me tell you a story."
"Can I not listen?" Wan Qiqi felt that Geng Laosan couldn't possibly say anything good.
Moreover, he always speaks in a rambling, disjointed manner, and if he were to tell a story, he probably wouldn't be able to finish it, which would be unpleasant to listen to.
Geng Laosan glanced at her.
"Alright, please go ahead, brother."
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