“Between me and Luo Binghe. Who will win and who will lose?” After a long silence, he said languidly, “Even if you don’t say it, I know. I’m plainly going to lose.” Zhuzhi-Lang bit off the thread and tied a knot. “After today, how about you follow Peak Lord Shen?” Tianlang-Jun asked, sincere yet not. “He’s already taking care of Luo Binghe; taking care of you as well shouldn’t be too different.” “My lord should sleep,” said Zhuzhi-Lang.
