Smack, Wok, Kiss
[Guuhh,] Nepherage groaned, [why does my head feel like it's been massaged with a power grinder?]
[Because we technically all took one to the head last night,] Hurricroak answered, [morning sleepyhead.]
[Morning...]
[I'd offer you a coffee, but I don't want to interrupt the show...also I don't think we need coffee...]
[That's fi-wait, show?]
[Remember when you said Lady Jin Fang punched our lord in the stomach after coming back from the dead without her knowing?]
[Yeah-oh. Ohhh... shouldn't we stop her?]
[I don't want to die...again...]
[What was that?]
[Nothing.]
[Prepare...for... impact...]
[I still think he could dodge it.]
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The entirety of Zhen Liu's foray into Insect Hell had been done in the course of a single night and in total secrecy.
At least that's what he thought when it came to that latter bit.