After a while, the gourd spoke again in a slightly haughty tone: [No problem, human! I shall reluctantly play this role-playing game with you. This is very difficult, because I have never encountered a real vampire... but you must understand that you are merely my food!]
[Don't push your luck, understood? Have tonight's tribute ready. Where would you like me to bite you, human?]
[Are you satisfied with my imitation of a human vampire's manner of speaking?]
The gourd said these bizarre things in a perfectly serious tone.
Zhang Ming broke out in a cold sweat...
Old Zhang, who possessed 160,000 attribute points and could live for 130,000 years, felt a little panicked. He kept feeling that one day, this gourd would bewitch him.
Then he declared righteously, "Please call me..."
He discovered that he actually wasn't thick-skinned enough to say those perverted words. In the end, he fled in disarray, using "talking to the gourd too much could be dangerous" as his excuse.
Only Little Gourd remained, swaying in the wind. Did I do something wrong again?
What do you want me to call you?
The days passed, one after another. Happy times were always fleeting.
More of his time was peaceful, with a touch of dullness.
Leaving the Macrosteel People had actually made Zhang Ming somewhat lonely. After eighty-four years of shooting the breeze and drinking rice wine, the discomfort of abruptly going cold turkey hit him immediately.
Once someone grew used to bustle, who would enjoy a cold, quiet life?
But even if he couldn't stand it, he had to!
Perhaps he would reach the end if he endured another few decades!
In fact, Zhang Ming had plenty to do. For instance, he could lose himself in smithing in the forge, hammering away for an