It was clear that the Magic Mirror had misunderstood just how low Fu Qian could sink.
The moment Fu Qian spoke, the Reflection—already a bloody mess—froze.
"Are you even human?"
The next moment, even its astonishment sounded dry.
"Of course I'm human. It's just that your imagination is as barren as a virgin's wet dream."
Fu Qian sighed and shook his head.
He'd been hoping to learn something, but it turned out that even a random big move of his had more impact than this.
"What do you mean?"
The Magic Mirror was clearly confused.
"An accumulation of emotions based on assumptions, combined with excessively pure fantasies. Apart from saying, 'Ah, youth,' there's nothing here worth a good review."
"Anyway, got anything else? If you're out of tricks, get lost. That'll save me the trouble."
Fu Qian rolled his wrists, eager to get started.
"You... you lunatic!"
The Magic Mirror's words were full of indignation.
But it looked like Fu Qian's guess had been right. That was about all the tricks it had.
Besides opening the door to ambush him, all it had was this formal question-and-answer trap.
It had no physical attacks at all. From the looks of it, it couldn't even shatter itself and spray Fu Qian with glass.
"You have no idea what you're up against!"
Even so, it kept up its threats.
"I'll return those words to you verbatim. And don't try to stall for time."
Fu Qian glanced to the side.
"Though smashing the toilet would take some work, I've already checked the food in the guest rooms. It'll take me less than a minute to mix it into a paste that looks convincing enough."
The Reflection warped, and the image on the glass swirled into a vortex before vanishing into the infinite