"Hello? Snake Nine? Why aren't you saying anything? Do you think what I'm telling you is unreliable? Listen, I swear on the head on my shoulders that every word is true. If you don't believe me, come over and chop my head off!"
The booming voice kept going.
"Just tell me, isn't it hilarious? Teng Snake kept up that disguise for so long. Did even you have no idea?"
Snake Nine didn't know whether it was hilarious. All he knew was that his head was about to part company with his shoulders.
Did that unreliable Snake Seven have any idea what he was doing?
At such a critical moment, wouldn't the Demon Lord chop his head off afterward?
No, that wasn't right either. If the Demon Lord's other half hadn't died, the Demon Lord ought to be happy. Surely he wouldn't draw a blade and chop his head off?
He stole a glance at the seat at the head, expecting to see a face full of fury. Instead, he saw someone weeping with joy.
Teng Snake, seated at the head, was so happy that he had already cried his eyes red. He stared fixedly at the little demon, itching to pounce over, snatch the voice transmission stone, and ask where the speaker had seen Yueyue.
Unable to contain himself, he shed more and more tears. The tears pouring from his eyes were practically a raging river, flooding their wooden house in just a few breaths.
The demons floated out through the wooden house's door and windows, all sharing the same thought.
They weren't quite sure whether the Demon Lord's other half was still alive, nor did they dare to be sure. But they could now be absolutely certain that the Demon Lord flooded the Eastern Region with his tears whenever