"So, we're allies now." Qingdaofu smiled slightly, "Do you want to treat the wounds on your face? You know, with our gene modification technology, giving you a new face is no big deal."
"No," the tone of Purple Thorn was full of hatred, "I want to keep this face, so when I kill the King of Mercenaries, I can use his skin to make a new one!"
...
The next day.
Ren Feng lay in bed as the morning sunlight streamed down.
Ren Feng was still in dreamland. Since returning to Huaxia, he no longer had the constant tension he used to feel, so he was happy to sleep in every morning.
"Your Majesty, there's a rogue outside the palace asking to see you. Will you take the call or execute them? Your Majesty, there's a rogue outside the palace asking to see you. Will you take the call or execute them?"
Suddenly, Ren Feng's phone ringtone started repeating.
Damn, who's calling me so early in the morning?
Feeling a bit speechless, Ren Feng silenced his phone and tried to go back to sleep.
