In a room in Abu Kamal, Shen Feng lounged against the sofa and said to Jingwei:
"I never expected I'd just become a god like that. It really feels a little strange..."
Jingwei curled her lip and said:
"Most of the credit for that goes to your big sister here. If I hadn't died once, could you have defeated that villainous version of yourself? You'd probably have been swallowed up by him already."
Shen Feng pulled a long face and said:
"My poor Jingwei! You just died like that! You didn't even leave behind a single spark!"
Jingwei immediately pounced on Shen Feng, slammed a fist into his chest, and cursed:
"Die, my ass! Even if I became a ghost, I still wouldn't let you off!"
With a crack, the Shen Feng before her suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. His sternum had shattered, and even his lumbar vertebrae had been broken by Jingwei sitting on him. His legs kicked twice, and he died on the spot.
"Fuck! How did you die!? Oh no, oh no, I forgot this is a Grey Tide metal duplicate... Damn it, damn it... Little Feng, how about I put your lumbar vertebrae back together..." Jingwei immediately panicked and frantically tried to clean up, but it was already too late. The Shen Feng before her was completely out of breath.
With a creak, the door was pushed open. More than a dozen Shen Fengs filed in, all wearing helpless expressions as they looked at Jingwei, who was busy dealing with the corpse and wiping away the bloodstains.
"Big sis, could you be a little more careful? A Grey Tide metal duplicate weighs half a ton. No matter how much my duplicate is enhanced, it's still flesh and blood. It can die. Besides, don't duplicates