"I'm ready, my lord!" Kuang Xin's reply came quickly, along with another sentence, "I also have important matters to report to you!"
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"This is intolerable!" The trapped player sat in the pitch-dark dungeon, growing angrier the more he thought, and the more he thought, the angrier he got.
Being caught for misconduct meant he was outplayed and had no complaints.
Failure is normal, even if it means death, he wouldn't frown!
But now that you've caught me, can't you just kill me quickly with a single stab? Are you still part of the ruthless Underground Fighting Gang?
Players aren't afraid of dying; they're afraid of boredom.
Trapped in a tiny dark cell less than three square meters, logging in just meant staring blankly—it was pure and hard-core imprisonment without a glimpse of hope.
"Alright, alright, alright!"
If you won't grant me a swift end, then don't blame me for discarding the codes of the rivers and lakes.