Sure enough, it caught this jerk's interest!
Xue Fuxiao chuckled smugly, lowering his voice, speaking with utmost secrecy: "Your Ninth Brother is currently holed up, working on Jun Lin's autobiography."
Ningxue Sword's eyes lit up like light bulbs, instantly energized: "Oh crap! Really?!"
"Could it be fake?" Xue Fuxiao laughed lightly, full of confidence.
Ningxue Sword frowned, a bit skeptical, feeling like Xue Fuxiao was digging a pit for him, so he said: "I suspect you're tricking me."
"Heh, believe it or not."
Xue Fuxiao said arrogantly: "Anyway, it's me who brought back Jun Lin's Soul Jade Scroll for the autobiography, you clueless fool, do I not know better than you?"
"Really?"
"If I'm lying to you, you're the one raising me!"
Xue Fuxiao made a vow, then impatiently said: "Believe it or not! I'm too lazy to deal with you, you jerk. It's not easy to tell you some news about your idol, yet you doubt me. I'm leaving."
Turned around and left.
