Zhu Wuneng suddenly let out a wail like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "I'm ruined, completely ruined."
Gao Cuilan, who stood beside him, jumped in alarm and hurried over, anxiously feeling him all over. "What's wrong? Where does it hurt?"
Zhu Wuneng looked dazed, his eyes vacant, as he murmured, "That meridian of mine, the one I use for three-word curses... it... it's ruined."
Gao Cuilan's delicate brows twisted into a knot. "??"
Zhu Wuneng wore a mournful expression. "From this day forward, I'm a cripple who can't even curse."
Gao Cuilan's temper flared, and she could not help thumping him on the chest. "You damned Eight Precepts! Can't you be serious for once?"
Chen Shurui suddenly interjected from the side, his voice tinged with self-mockery. "I feel like a stray dog by the roadside that someone kicked for no reason."
Chen Bin curled his lip. "Wuneng, with the way you carry on, you'd have a hard time finding a wife in our village."
Zhu Wuneng: o(￣ヘ￣o＃)
Lying on the grass, Dugu Fu pulled the towel off his face. "He still has time to rub his romance in our faces, while I'm exhausted. I've never been this tired in my life. It feels like my brain's been scooped out."
Chen Mu rolled his eyes at him. "'In your life,' he says. You haven't even grown all your hair yet, brat. Besides, it's not like you haven't been treated. Why are you still like this?"
Dugu Fu pulled a long face. "Come on, Fifth Young Master. Treatment heals physical injuries, but this mental exhaustion is another matter altogether."
"Besides, I was overseeing the Poison Formation earlier, and then I kept fighting. My head's still heavy, and my temples are throbbing."
"You should be burning incense in thanks just