"Boom boom boom boom boom..."
Laughing, he collapsed to the ground, continuously slapping the space beneath him, wanting to say something but completely choking on his words, unable to utter a sound.
In the end, he could only shakily point at Little Cursed Yin, after half a day, barely managed to squeeze out a sentence:
"Did you not also meet your end under scheming?"
Little Cursed Yin was furious: "You!"
He gripped a technique sharply, but due to his fingers being too short and fat, the familiar two-finger Cursed Yin Hand Formation was stuck momentarily, unable to form directly.
"Qa?"
Cursed Yin froze, his little face turned crimson.
"Boom boom boom!"
War Ancestor saw this and laughed even more, lying on the ground, nearly laughing himself out of breath.
"Alright!"
Xu Xiaoshou, holding back laughter, pulled out a mask with an emotionless human face, pressed it onto his own face, then squeezed out a tone of mediation and spoke with difficulty:
"You two need not bicker."
