"Alright, stop washing aimlessly."
Cordova rolled his eyes, speaking with lingering fear: "Even Luwei, that old 'Undying' who loves to treat others differently, couldn't defend his beloved Little Pigeon in this regard. He's mentioned to me more than once that while others focus on the color, aroma, and taste in cooking, Night Song aims for light and heavy doses, single-target harm, and group harm."
Motan nodded imperceptibly; he couldn't deceive himself on this subject, even at this moment. The facts had been proven countless times. No matter how good Ji Xiaoge's intentions were, her god-slaying and demon-extinguishing cooking skills definitely conflicted with this worldview. Not just that, even in the real world outside the game, they were weapons that ordinary people could never tolerate.
"Are you talking bad about me?"
