Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 315: Will
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 237: Good Things
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1156- Competition Speed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 936: A Struggle of Dao Orthodoxies
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1155- Splitting unhappily
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 9
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 611: Old Friends Don't Meet Often
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 236: Infiltration
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 314: What Kind of Kids Do You Teach?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1154- Not willing to accept being managed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 935: Release
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1153- Plant Master
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 8
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 610: Since Time Immemorial, the World Doesn't Change
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 313: Neighbourhood Committee
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 235: Deep Water
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1152- Final thing
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1151- Name your price
However, who was Long Di to look a gift horse in the mouth? He just rolled with it.
“Woe is you indeed! For I will NOT have this technique anymore!”
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The elders stared at the duo and their ‘performance’.
The Peach Blossom Sage’s Spiritual Intent over-acting and Long DI’s… underacting somehow achieved a bizarre equilibrium.
An equilibrium which somehow made their performance believable. Remember, one of them was doing too much, and the other was barely doing anything at all as far as efforts were concerned.
The only remaining constant between the two was that they were both terrible actors. Going by this logic, there was no reason for their performance to be anywhere near the realm of believability, but here we are.
For lack of a better metaphor, the two’s actions took on the remarkable properties of kool-aid. If we take Long Di’s lacklustre acting as the water in this combination, then the Peach remnant will’s overacting was the powdery goodness that is kool-aid that added flavour to his otherwise tasteless performance.
They were horrible, yes, but they were horrible together and this made it work for some reason, reasons that went beyond the ken of mortal men. Maybe this is what is called teamwork makes the dream work.
“And now, my failed young protege who is NO LONGER qualified to wield the power that I entrusted to you and can take back ANYTIME I WANT, it is time for me to make a move and relinquish myself of this woe!”
Making exaggerated hand gestures that seemed to signal the end of this play, the Spiritual Intent drifted over to Long Di and placed his index finger on Long Di’s brow as if to take back what he granted him.
Long Di closed his eyes to await the incoming nothing that he expected, but not before saying something else to seal the deal for all the spectators.
“it is so unlucky that I will NEVER again possess, NEVER to even GIVE to other people that move with the finger that I got from the Peach Blossom Sage’s Spiritual Intent… Did I mention that I got it from the Spiritual Intent!? Because I did!
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