Hen Mei obediently shut her mouth, indeed, Mu Si's charm was unparalleled.
Luo Qingli looked at these three fellow disciples and said to Mu Si, "Mu Si, look, can we strip off the brothers' clothes and wear them ourselves? This way, we might be able to avoid some pursuers. Also, the equipment they're wearing is quite good."
"That's a good idea," Mu Si pondered for a moment before saying, "Then let's strip them! Don't worry, they're dead now, they don't have the right to object."
"Wearing dead men's clothes, how inauspicious," Hu Manrou truly was the master of killing the mood, every time she spoke she could make the atmosphere turn cold.
"…" Luo Qingli was somewhat disheveled and coughed twice before speaking, "Well, Manrou, they're not actually dead."
"Right, right, right! I almost forgot, these bullets, apart from causing pain when hitting the body, don't actually do any harm," Hu Manrou smacked herself on the head fiercely.
Hu Manrou, are you the clown sent by the monkeys?
