"Don't say anything like that again."
Lin Li's eager mouth obediently shut at once.
Damn it, they'd seen right through him. The joke he wanted to make was stuck in his throat.
He'd thought his relationship with the two uncles was good enough that they would accept everything about him. Was this as far as it went...?
The last time Lin Li had felt such intense disappointment, frustration, and regret was when he had excitedly gone to a wholesale market, only to discover that nothing was actually being wholesaled.
He had really been disappointed and angry that time. Even if they weren't giving out the real thing, they could have handed out a fake one, like a Spring Breeze Elf.
But they gave out neither real nor fake ones. What kind of wholesale market was that?
What a letdown.
Yan Aosong looked at Lin Li, whose expression kept shifting between disappointment, disgust, lewdness, and a sleazy grin, his own expression complicated.
What the hell was this kid thinking about now?
Forget it. He didn't dare ask. Yan Aosong was afraid of opening Pandora's Box.
In mythology, hope was left at the bottom of Pandora's Box. But where did reality offer such kindness? The only thing left at the bottom of Pandora's Box would be a packet of desiccant.
Still, Yan Aosong was now curious about something—if a zombie opened up Lin Li's brain, would it feast with gusto, or toss it away like trash?
Either way, it would probably count as a "99% rarity item," right?
"..."
Yang Liang looked at Lin Li, whose expression kept shifting between disappointment, disgust, lewdness, and a sleazy grin, then at Yan Aosong, whose expression kept shifting between anticipation, disgust, sighing, and wanting to laugh. His own expression was even more fucking complicated.
No,