What the hell do you mean, pregnant?!
Isn't that the Confucian Sage's line from my nightmare yesterday?
"White Dragon Sister, hit me hard!" Song Shuhang turned his head toward White Dragon Sister. He suspected that he had somehow fallen into some kind of illusion and was having a nightmare.
"What for? Has your illness finally acted up?" White Dragon Sister asked.
Song Shuhang said, "I suspect I'm dreaming right now. Try hitting me, but don't hit me too hard..."
"I'm afraid I won't be able to control my strength." White Dragon Sister waved her little claw. While answering Song Shuhang, she didn't forget her work as his translation repeater.
"I'll do it." Senior White spoke. He curled his finger and lightly flicked Song Shuhang on the forehead.
Dong~~
A sound like a great bell and booming drum exploded through the air. Song Shuhang's head was flicked away, crashing toward the Divine Dragon.
"Damn!" The Divine Dragon's claws scrambled to catch Song Shuhang's head. Was this Sage White's attack really that terrifying? They had agreed to go easy and not hit him too hard, yet a single finger flick had knocked Fellow Daoist Tyrant Song's head off!
"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts." Song Shuhang's Demon Hair danced in the air, with one strand condensing into a palm that rubbed his forehead.
This flesh-piercing pain came from the genuine feedback of his physical body, all of it telling Song Shuhang that he wasn't having a nightmare and that this was the real world. For pain-master Song Shuhang, the pain of the flesh, the pain of the soul, the pain of the mind, and the pain of dreams were all different. He could distinguish them with ease.
White Dragon Sister professionally translated Song Shuhang's screams for the Divine Dragon as well.
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