A Ming and Siniang both laughed.
Gou Moli and He Chunlai looked at each other in confusion, unable to understand.
The fan,
was not lost,
but rather, I couldn't find one that would suitably complement and enhance my image at this moment.
How should I put it,
although I don't plan to attack the city, I still need to do something that can be bragged about or dramatized later on; just sitting here dryly, it's quite unromantic.
Lord Zheng looked at the Sword Saint,
and said:
"Could you do me a favor?"
"What would that be?"
"Later, let Longyuan unsheathe and circle above my head a few times to make me stand out."
This request was very odd,
but the Sword Saint, who had once agreed even to requests as peculiar as slaughtering pigs, nodded nonetheless.
Then,
Lord Zheng turned to Gou Moli and said:
"Find two rows of those with loud voices and have them stand behind me, then pass the message later for me."
After some thinking,
Lord Zheng added:
