Scheming

The man and the dragon stared and waited. Another half a month passed. Their patience was gradually worn down.

Looking at the silly dragon opposite him, Ye Qiu muttered in his heart, "F*ck, does this silly dragon really want to waste his time with me until he dies here? If it really takes a thousand or eight hundred years, I really can't afford to waste it. When my wife remarries later, won't that be a waste?"

Ye Qiu pondered silently in his heart, but as soon as his eyes met the other party's, he immediately regained his previous leisurely and confident expression. "No, no. I can't show any impatience, lest he see through me. That way, he will be even more certain that I can't afford to waste time."

It had been a month. The other party's patience must have been exhausted. He could not give up just like that.