Wuxia: Drinking with Spring Breeze
Yang Ge had never been the greatest in the world. But later, everyone in the realm of martial artists said he was the greatest in the world… PS1: This is a story about friendship, ideals, and reconciliation. PS2: The second place in the world is also good PS3: People strive for fame and fortune, struggling for a lifetime, and finally realize that it's just a bubble
Chapter 128: The Abacus_2
Shen Fa: "Otherwise?"
Wei Heng: "You you you you..."
Calmly, Shen Fa pried Wei Heng's hand off his collar and adeptly patted his shoulder, "Don't be anxious, don't get frustrated. You need to slowly get used to it, adapt to it. The days ahead are still long..."
Wei Heng stared at his shameless appearance, feeling a sense of déjà vu.
After a moment's thought... Yang Erlang, that little bastard, wasn't he just like this before?
Alright, alright, is this how you all play?
Pointing at Shen Fa, Wei Heng trembled with anger, yet couldn't utter a single word.
A moment later.
Within the grand hall of the Imperial Guards' command, Shen Fa and Wei Heng each nestled in a Taishi Chair with a teacup, one man's sigh barely ending before another's began, much like two salted fish who had lost their dreams.
"Speak up!"
Only after a long while did Wei Heng muster the energy, "Just bickering like this solves nothing, we need to come up with a solution."