Good, good, good...
Are you playing a memory trick?
If you want to talk about this, then I'm not sleepy anymore!
Just wait for me to digest my attributes, and I'll ambush your house every now and then!
Grinding his teeth, Zhu Haomiao coldly curled his lips into a smirk.
Like the other descenders, he originally didn't plan to delve deeply into the changes of the local natives' world line, maintaining a detached, carefree attitude.
At most, he thought about messing with the Japan General during Jiawu, skimming a little from the Imperial Army.
The main goal was still to plunder and collect Qi Fortune.
But now, Joseph Cristo's words stirred up many unpleasant memories for Zhu Haomiao, injecting a strong sense of involvement, making him a bit heady.
He had habitually considered the Japan General as the first mortal enemy, resorting to "little idiot" when uncertain, a muscle memory thing...
But now, thinking carefully, in this era, Little Britain is the real bastard!
