There was a kind of frustration in this world called knowing someone was not particularly friendly toward you. For example, someone carved a statue of you, then stabbed it with a knife. The message that conveyed was naturally not a very friendly one.
There was also a kind of gossip called the target of that stab being rather unusual.
Lin Su set down the burden of gossip, started up the machine, and sidled over to Zhang Yiyu. "Hey, let me ask you something."
Zhang Yiyu had acted on a sudden whim just now and used a Peerless Divine Ability to stab Lin Mouren's statue. Her expression was still somewhat off; who knew whether she regretted it or what. Hearing him speak now, she gathered herself slightly, shot him a sidelong glance, and waited for him to fart...
"What was the wager you agreed on with Dark Night?"
His voice was very soft. Actually, there was no need for it to be so soft. Dark Night had Entered Enlightenment; even if thunder exploded beside her, she would not wake up.
Zhang Yiyu shot him a glare. "Even your precious Dark Night wouldn't tell you. What makes you think you can pry open a gap with me?"
"When I saw you agreeing on the wager, you were both looking at me. I think the wager had something to do with me..."
"Oh? You're quite sensitive." Zhang Yiyu rolled her eyes.
"I have a very bad premonition. I think you two gambled big with me, and I'm feeling a huge sense of crisis... I can roughly guess your agreement. If Dark Night lost, she'd lend me to you for a few days to play with; if you lost, you'd give yourself to me for a few days to play with... Either way, you're