On this day, Zhen Haowei, whose wounds were healing, was cooking when he saw a flustered Tuanzi rush in.
"Seventh senior brother, help!"
He arranged the freshly made chilled pastries, "What's wrong?"
Tuanzi was so anxious that she stomped her feet, "Ninth senior brother was telling a story, but then he got influenced by some sloth lineage again. Make him something to eat. While making it, just think about facing your inner self or do it quickly, quickly, quickly!"
Yu Weixiao had been venturing in the game for a long time, and had almost lost count of the instances he had cleared.
Tuanzi was very curious about that world, often pestering him to tell stories during his visits.
Thrilling and exciting, every time she narrowly escaped death, more captivating than the stories written by Cousin Wen Li.
Tuanzi didn't even realize this was called a sense of immersion; she almost treated the ninth senior brother as a story-on-demand machine.
