"Ow! What was that for?!" The girl studying the distant restaurant clutched her forehead and glared at Chen Yao with wide eyes.
"To wake you up. Something's wrong with you." Chen Yao looked her up and down for a while.
Xiao Man shifted her thoughts, immediately suppressing the impulse that had inexplicably welled up just now.
"What?!" She shuddered in alarm, then realized something and continued glaring at Chen Yao. "It's those Precious Techniques of yours!"
"Yes, yes, it's my fault. I'll take responsibility for you, all right?" Chen Yao sighed, his head aching.
He had never expected his earlier attempt to get close to her by showing off and treating Divine Abilities and Sacred Medicine like dung to have repercussions now. And the boomerang had come back to hit him-twice in a row!
Corpse, you've done every evil under the sun. You don't even consider the user experience when making things. When you play chess with Emperor Bone Brother someday, you're definitely going to get fingers pointed at you! Chen Yao silently grumbled to himself.
With the Great Luo Sword Embryo in hand and the Three Lifetimes Bronze Coffin protecting him, Corpse could not sense anything as long as he did not curse him to his face.
"Oh? How will you take responsibility? Do you have any ideas?" Xiao Man leaned over, narrowing her eyes as she studied him.
"Heh, of course I have no idea. Didn't you see how utterly frazzled I was earlier?" Chen Yao gave her a smile that begged for a beating.
"All right, understood. No need." Mupan had just finished working out how to begin when the other party interrupted him, swept a gaze over the inscriptions around the Divine Temple, snorted coldly, and left with the old man beside her without another word.