Liked sweets and manga? Was that really a joke? If I got this wrong, the Marshal would run me through with a sword. After some thought, Zhang Yuanqing immediately downloaded a bunch of adorably cute anime pictures, ranging from the early yellow electric mouse to the recently popular Melon King.
Mixed among them were "the little girl shooting a pistol," "anthropomorphized blood cells," "a wandering black kitten," and so on.
After hesitating for a few seconds, he chose to send them.
Without saying anything, he directly sent pictures. This was a popular way of socializing these days.
The Marshal wouldn't see these pictures and think, "Yuanshi Tianzun actually thinks I like childish things like manga."
No matter how skilled a Scout was, they couldn't peer into your heart through a screen.
Once the pictures had been sent, Zhang Yuanqing waited and waited. After around twenty minutes, he heard a ding.
He hurriedly checked the message.
[Marshal: What is it? You have quite a lot of stickers.]
Zhang Yuanqing was delighted. The fact that she'd added that second sentence meant the Marshal was in a fairly good mood. If she had replied with only a cold "What is it?", that would have been bad.
He quickly considered his wording.
The Marshal liked people who bowed their heads and worshipped her. The Fu siblings were both the same that way. But he couldn't bow over the phone, and the effect would be greatly diminished. Manga and sweets definitely wouldn't work. As his thoughts spun, he finished composing his message:
[Yuanshi Tianzun: It has been many days since I last saw you, Marshal. Your immortal grace that day still stands before my eyes. The sword light that severed the river of fate is branded upon my heart, while the clear sword cry, like