What Kinds of Monsters Were Sitting at This Table?
編輯: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"Young Master Xu."
Liu Lu's voice came from the communication bead.
Xu Xiaoshou was sitting at the tea table on the first floor. On one side was Xiao Wanfeng, who was very attentive in serving tea. On the other side was Xin Gugu, who was bored to death.
"Okay, go ahead."
Hearing the voice from the communication bead, Xu Xiaoshou tapped the table with his index finger. At the same time, he was thinking about Xiao Wanfeng, who did not go to rest, with a strange look in his eyes.
"This guy is so good at enduring. Is he not afraid of sudden death?"
"He was a master swordsman. If he suddenly died because he did not rest, would he not be the first master swordsman in the world to die because he stayed up late?"
Xiao Wanfeng could not understand Young Master Xu's strange gaze. Seeing that he was staring at him, he smiled and returned the favor, indicating for him to drink the tea.