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編輯: Henyee Translations
Ling Han looked at Zhao Shuang smilingly, "What eternal antidote?"
'Ah, you were the one who poisoned me, and you don't know what the eternal antidote is?'
'You can't play around with me like this!'
Zhao Shuang hurriedly replied with a grin, "Aren't I poisoned now? It has already been over 10,000 years. It has always been dormant inside my body, and I fear that there would be after-effects. What if some kind of residual trouble is left behind… I'll be honest with you, Brother Long, I still have no children yet, so I'm afraid that it would affect the later generation."
Ling Han felt an urge to burst out laughing. He had not expected that this guy's personality would change so drastically in these 10,000 years. What was left of all his previous arrogance?
Changing the topic, he asked further, "How many from the Ghost King City would be going?"