Resurrection Match 30

Lao Zhou never expected that one day, he would be racking his brains in a Survival Game to write a two-hundred-word reflection on "touching a knife." He looked left and right, wondering how on earth he could satisfy Lord God of Slaughter.

He rubbed his neck, feeling a constant, chilling draft that left him feeling precarious.

"Brother Zhou, I never expected Lord God of Slaughter to be exactly as the legends say—fickle in mood, decisive in killing, and unpredictable in her actions... She really is a smiling god of slaughter!"

"Shh, what nonsense are you spouting?" Lao Zhou slapped his male teammate on the shoulder. "Lord God of Slaughter is clearly kind-hearted and approachable! She gave us medicine, gave us wood, and even resolved the tornado crisis. How could she be a smiling god of slaughter? She is obviously a great, great philanthropist! There is no one kinder than her in this world! I will forever follow her lead!"

"How could you slander Lord God of Slaughter like that? Stay away from me, we are not the same kind of people. I hope Lord God of Slaughter doesn't misunderstand me!"

"My loyalty to Lord God of Slaughter is witnessed by the heavens and the earth!"

"I am hers in life and her ghost in death. I only hope Lord God of Slaughter will keep me as a lackey to run errands for her!"

The male teammate: ...

Damn it, this bunch of scheming dogs!!

Tu'an was also squatting in the corner. When he heard the conversation near Lao Zhou, he glanced over. He had clean paper and a pen on his lap, and after biting the tip of his pen and turning things over in his mind, he began to write.

The reflections were written throughout the night. Early the