"Achoo!"
"Achoo... achoo!"
"Achoo, achoo—"
"Good heavens, achoo!"
Xu Xiaoshou sneezed so hard that even his boogers flew out with the snot. Rubbing the aching bridge of his nose fiercely, he said, "Damn it, why are so many people thinking about me?"
Worry received. Passive Value, +2. Snickering received. Passive Value, +1.
"Again... Xu Xiaoshou, are you really all right?" Mu Zixi wrinkled her delicate nose and handed him a handkerchief.
Over the past half month, she had used up a lifetime's worth of handkerchiefs.
Because Xu Xiaoshou would start sneezing every so often.
At first, everyone thought nothing of it. Perhaps even a Master-level body could catch a chill?
But after it happened far too many times, they all realized something was wrong.
"A sudden intuition?"
Xin Gugu laughed heartlessly, slinging an arm over Xu Xiaoshou's shoulder as he said merrily:
"Isn't that explanation a little too far-fetched? Who has sudden intuitions like this?"
"You can even count the number of people thinking about you by your sneezes... haha, heaven and earth are so vast. Could that many people really be thinking about you?"
"Who knows?" Xu Xiaoshou no longer had the strength to explain. Waving a hand, he looked toward Mo Mo. "How many?"
"Seven hundred sixty-two."
"Sigh."
Xu Xiaoshou sighed.
More than seven hundred times...
Others might not believe it.
But this was a side effect of Perception, something he had personally verified many times.
How could his Master-level body possibly catch a chill? With Ash-Illuminating White Flame, overheating was more likely.
More than seven hundred sneezes truly meant that, even though no one had recognized him along the way, those who wanted to capture Saint Slave members and remembered him had likely begun taking action one after another.
"More than seven hundred