Before long, the head fell into silence. Ji Heng stabbed it again, a sharp scream followed. This time it was really dead. Points +10.
"Isn't it a bit cruel?"
"Didn't expect gentle and handsome Ji Er to abuse corpses."
"Don't make jokes, okay? We have to touch on this topic every time."
"Some people, empty stomach but still act. If you don't finish off an Insect Man, you're the one who will die."
"I'm just surprised Ji Heng would act so unsophisticated. Which good daughter would dare marry him?"
"Not your business. Even if he can't get married, his family's wealth is enough for him to live lavishly for half his life."
"No matter how much wealth, spiritual satisfaction is better."
"So marrying a wife guarantees spiritual satisfaction? Marrying someone like you, worse than an amoeba—forget spiritual satisfaction, you'd become mentally ill."
"Who are you? I was just saying, no need to react so strongly. Are you a mama fan by any chance?"
