Chapter 186: The Inn of Vein City_2

Motan was taken aback: "What did you just say?"

"Oh, nothing." Feather Song replied casually: "Just lamenting about the hardships I've been dealing with recently."

Motan rubbed his temples with a bit of a headache: "I can relate to that. Thank God for the existence of all kinds of confusing things like Divine Arts and Magic. Otherwise, this plague that is scarier than the Z virus could have toppled the world."

"Haha, your description is quite...huh?" Feather Song was in mid-sentence when she suddenly turned her head to look at Motan, asking with wide eyes: "Are you a player?"

Motan nodded solemnly: "Yes."

"You should have said so earlier. Cosplaying as a stoic assassin is exhausting, you know." Feather Song scratched her hair, her initially sharp demeanor instantly dispersed, and her slightly deep and husky voice became more lively and cheerful: "That's a rarity. You're the first player I've met in over two weeks. I was wondering if this game was dead."