Zhang Ze looked at Li Yueqi, blinked, and pointed to himself, "Me?"
"Yeah." Li Yueqi nodded.
"Why?"
Zhang Ze was confused. He had clearly done nothing, at most occasionally sent some silly pictures of Li to Female Hero Li.
How did he become the heart demon?
Seeing Zhang Ze's confusion, Li Yueqi sighed and shook her head.
On the viewing platform.
"Huh? Why is there no sound again? Am I deaf?" Spectator number one on the viewing platform asked.
He craned his neck to look into the arena, hoping to hear some secrets to satisfy his burning gossip soul.
"Deaf, my foot, they must be whispering, quick, who can lip-read, I'll pay fifty spirit stones!" Spectator number two shouted.
"I can, but pay me first." Spectator number three raised his hand.
"Here you go." Spectator number two waved a pouch over.
And then, there was nothing more.
"Aren't you going to translate?" Number two asked.
