Inheritance of the Battle God
No new diagrams appeared on the pure-white walls for a very long time. Just when Sun Mo was suspecting whether his words had psychologically impacted the other party so much that the Battle God crossed his 'autistic bottomline', new messages finally appeared.
"I don't know what to say so here's a thumbs-up!"
After that, the picture of a huge thumbs-up appeared on the entire wall.
"..."
Sun Mo mentally mused. (F***, are you trying to tease me?)
Someone with the title 'Battle God' should be a person with extremely high prestige. They would exude a sense of holiness that would tolerate no blasphemy.
But now as they conversed, Sun Mo felt that the Battle God was like an uncle next door. He put no up airs at all.
"You don't have to worry about her body. She won't die for now. Why don't you chat with me? After all, I've been bored for too long."
The Battle God asked.