Having created such an evil creature as Lin Li, Bai Bufan felt that God had to be an evil god.
One look at Ding Zhen, and it felt like Jesus needed a thimble to suppress him.
"You bastard, Lin Li. When it comes to not acting human, the only ones in this world who can hold a candle to you are Xi Er and his Western Seas."
Bai Bufan imagined the skinning scene and couldn't help laughing as he cursed.
"Xi Er? Not enough." Lin Li looked disdainful as he wagged his index finger from side to side. "Bufan, you're definitely wrong about that. You need to know one thing: any random soldier from France was four times crueler than Xi Er's capable generals."
"Oh? How so?" Bai Bufan asked eagerly.
"Xi Er's salute is one hand raised at a 45-degree angle, while the French military salute is two hands raised at 90 degrees. Isn't that a simple math problem? It takes four Spicy Crisps to match one Frenchman. The difference is obvious."
Lin Li shrugged.
As a top student who scored 150 in math, Bai Bufan understood it at a glance.
Bai Bufan: "(;☉_☉)?"
Huh?
"Holy shit, that's actually true! French soldiers were that strong? Then their record in World War II must've been glorious, right?" Filled with admiration, Bai Bufan raised a French military salute and began hopping around.
Lin Li burst out laughing at the \0/ gesture. By that logic, the Sun followers weren't just the same as French soldiers—they could jump even better, and every single one of them was like that. They were even more formidable.
They had no choice but to be loyal.
The two of them stood at the entrance of the stall, freely talking shit. Any random sentence of theirs, if leaked