Everyone looked over in unison.
They saw Duan Shuyun, the king of ideas, rise to her feet, holding up her index finger with a solemn face.
"Since Junior Brother has to go to the Underworld, and he has to die by our hands, then we must choose a method that he would willingly die for."
She cleared her throat.
"(′▽｀* ) I have heard an old saying... there are only oxen worked to death, never fields plowed to ruin."
"In that case, if we make Junior Brother into an ox worked to death..."
"It might not be a kind of happiness."
The hall fell quiet, and the women's expressions became varied.
Some were strange, some greedy, some dazed, some pretending to be reserved...
Yun Yao was the first to slap the table, laughing so hard her face blossomed like a flower.
"Hahahaha! First Senior Sister, I, Yun Yao, think this plan works!"
"Anyway, as soon as that dog Lin Heng has any free time, his head is full of that little bit of nonsense! Since he yells every day about plowing fields, then let him plow to his heart's content!"
Ancestor Yao rose to her feet and raised her arm in a shout.
As if saying, who supported it, and who opposed it!
After everyone heard this, they could not help secretly nodding in their hearts.
In any case, Junior Brother was still injured, his qi and blood depleted, and his body already could not withstand much.
If they joined hands and took turns going in, how many days could he last?
Show-off would probably be quite willing to accept this kind of "happiness" too!
As the gluttonous Ancestor Yao, if this plan succeeded, she would definitely get a full meal herself. Just thinking about it was delightful.
However...
After