An hour later, a flask that had just been carefully made in the furnace, still carrying a trace of warmth, sat beside Huai Shi's chair.
Inside the bottle, that fragment of fury struggled incessantly, trying to break through the flask's confines. But no matter how many times it tried, it could only smash itself into a mangled mess inside the bottle before slowly returning to its original form.
It looked as though it were dancing along with the crows' hymns.
Exceptionally festive.
"Little He, stop crashing around. Mommy worked so hard to get you a one-bedroom apartment. If you wreck it, then when you get out, you'll have to sleep in the communal bunks of the Abyss."
Huai Shi propped up his chin and studied its furious state, asking curiously, "Or do you prefer having more people around for company? Something livelier?
How about I find you a roommate? Do you like men or women? Or... something a little stranger? Just tell me what you need. It's not like I'm stingy."
"Huai Shi!!!!"
Inside the bottle, Hedi's fragment let out a piercing shriek. "Kill me if you can! As long as I live, one day I'll make you pay!"
"Why are you always talking about killing and dying? That's scary."
Huai Shi shook his head dismissively. He swirled the flask like a cocktail shaker, even balanced it on one finger and spun it several times. During that boring stretch of idleness, he casually said, "The two of us finally got together. We should chat more. So, how have things been for you in Hell lately? Does King of Desolation offer social insurance and housing benefits? Do they assign wives?
Seeing how miserable your life is, you probably don't even get meal allowances. Do they reimburse travel expenses?
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