"..."
Sword Without End stared at Tuberculosis Rabbit with an expressionless face and said word by word, "I hope you swallow the rest of your words or I'll fight you to the death."
"Tsk tsk."
Completely unfazed by the danger, Tuberculosis Rabbit slung an arm over Sword Without End's shoulder and grinned, "You know, have you ever read a novel called 'Zhuyan Blood'? What do you think would happen if we threw a female version of Sword Without End into 'Zhuyan Blood'?"
"I'm actually quite looking forward to that scene."
"Are you?"
Sword Without End stood in silence, his face darkened and he didn't say a word.
Speaking honestly,
it wasn't surprising Tuberculosis Rabbit spoke like this. When he regained all his memories and realized that the wife he had been sharing a bed with for years was also himself, his mood somewhat collapsed.
He vividly remembered every single night over those years.
Those were supposed to be beautiful memories.
Memories of love.