At first, Xiao Yan had thought the monk's words were too extreme, but once he discovered who that loser was, everything suddenly made sense.
As everyone knew, people in the Hokage world easily developed strange feelings for their brothers. Konoha had its own special village bonds.
As for Douluo, people were influenced by that continent of romance. From top to bottom, the entire continent proclaimed: if love between two hearts could last forever, what did kingdom, phylum, class, and order matter?
That trait was no exception in the loser's case. In fact, it was most obvious in him.
This guy had transmigrated into the famously pathetic kid, Lu Mingfei.
Perhaps his memories had awakened too late, or perhaps Lu Mingfei's genes for swallowing humiliation were simply too powerful. Either way, this guy had taken being downtrodden a little too far. He was a living Mingfei, a Mingfei to outdo Mingfei.
The melodramatic streak, the awkwardness, and that artsy melancholy permeating the entire Dragon Raja world-this guy had the full set.
His memories had only awakened yesterday, and he had arrived here that very night.
No wonder the fellow beside him, clearly an enlightened monk, had spoken about him like that.
After browsing through Lu Mingfei's thoroughly soap-operatic memories, Xiao Yan had nothing more to say. There was no helping it. The guy had only just awakened his memories, and the dozen-plus years before that had been one long exercise in swallowing humiliation.
The enlightened bald ass on the other side, however, was a different story.
"Well, damn. Tang San Zang, huh? Why do you feel more like Tang Sanzang-the one who buries people?"
Grinning, Xiao Yan poked the Tang Monk's arm and clicked his tongue in wonder.
This guy had transmigrated earliest, becoming the Tang Monk in the Journey to