The moment those words were spoken, the air fell silent, and the atmosphere grew somewhat awkward.
"Old Lu, you're right. Not only is his surname Zhao, the emperor even shares Old Zhao's name..."
Gao Shou slapped his forehead, remembering that detail.
Back when they were still in the real world, he had teased Zhao Cheng about this more than once.
After all, there was a Zhao Cheng in the game slaughtering his way through all opposition, and there was also a Zhao Cheng in reality, living like nothing more than an old salted fish.
As for the teasing, it was naturally along the lines of, "When will the great general grant us kingships?" and the like...
After all, Zhao Cheng had been the first to throw Seize the Dragon Game jokes around in front of them. At the beginning, he had truly managed to fool them.
Normally, a joke like that should have died after being played a few times, but they were game players, after all, so they could never resist bringing it up.
"Speaking of which, when we treated Old Zhao to dinner back then, we said, 'When we strike it rich, let us not forget one another.' Then we got transported here just like that. Didn't all those meals we bought him go to waste...?"
Lu Xun said.
"Forget it. The more I think about it, the more my heart hurts."
"Exactly. Just thinking about it feels like we lost a hundred million..."
Gao Shou echoed him.
Yet both of them naturally understood that they were not changing the subject because their hearts hurt. It was because the more they spoke of their homeland, the more they missed it.
"Wait, didn't Old Zhao once tell us something like, if anything happened to us, he'd raise our wives