Zhou Li, the catfish, lay on the bed, his face ashen.
Zhuge Qing looked at Zhou Li with a headache. She hadn't expected that among the many enemies Zhou Li faced, the one that broke his defenses the most and overwhelmed him was himself.
Still lost the fight.
Not only did he lose, but his reflection even mocked him as a sieve.
"Are you saying your reflection hung you up on a tree and cursed at you for six months?"
Zhuge Qing hesitantly asked.
"Uh-huh."
Zhou Li nodded numbly.
Zhuge Qing instinctively thought to herself that this person really was a bit twisted, but then she thought about it and realized that anything she said now wouldn't be very kind.
"Disciple, you..."
Zhuge Qing's eyes were full of complex emotions, she wanted to say something, but in the end, it all turned into a helpless sigh.
What else can be said?
Should she scold Zhou Li for being weak, or scold him for being unscrupulous, or berate him for not withstanding pressure, or call him a pressure wimp?
