"Nothing, just out of curiosity. I would like to know how much Brother Long gained from this trial?" Zhuo Yifan shook his head with a smile and explained bluntly.
Zhuo Yifan did this on purpose. If Long Xiangtian didn't want to talk, then he didn't want to listen either, so he just had nothing to say. He wanted to whet his appetite, so he would turn around. Wait until you can't help yourself.
When you have to say something, you may not necessarily want to hear it!
"Well...my gains are naturally not as good as yours, Mr. Zhuo. The spiritual weapon you got alone is enough to be the envy of others. The sword the prince got was destroyed by you, right?"
?" Long Xiangtian couldn't help but chuckled awkwardly. Zhuo Yifan suddenly came to him like this, which seemed a bit like being a guest. It was as if Zhuo Yifan called him out because he had something to ask him. Sure enough,
What a good plan!
"He asked for it himself. I didn't want to hit his spiritual weapon so ineffective!" Zhuo Yifan curled his lips and explained disdainfully.
Long Xiangtian was stunned for a while when he heard this, but he didn't expect Zhuo Yifan to speak so bluntly. Then he smiled bitterly: "Young Master Zhuo is really quick to talk. He really brought it on himself, and he can't blame anyone else!"
"Brother Long, do you agree with my approach?" Zhuo Yifan stared at Long Xiangtian with some amusement and asked.
"Well...if we look at it from an objective point of view, no one else can say anything wrong with what Zhuo Shao did!" Long Xiangtian nodded and explained.
"What if we were from your brother Long's point of view?" Zhuo Yifan continued to ask. His eyes were staring straight at Long Xiangtian, as if he wanted to force him to give an answer.
When Long Xiangtian heard this, his face, which was still smiling, immediately darkened.
"As a member of the Long family, Mr. Zhuo thinks, how should I view this matter?" Long Xiangtian said in a serious tone, throwing the question back to Zhuo Yifan.
"Brother Long must be on the side of the prince?" Zhuo Yifan chuckled and gave an answer.
"Master Zhuo, it's better if we don't talk about such emotionally hurtful topics!" Long Xiangtian reminded in a somewhat stiff tone, trying to change the topic.
"Then what topic does Brother Long think is better for us to talk about?" Zhuo Yifan asked again.
Long Xiangtian was stunned when he heard this, and remained silent for a moment with a strange expression on his face. Then he laughed loudly: "Young Master Zhuo is Young Master Zhuo, and I, Mr. Long, am convinced!"
Long Xiangtian finally reacted, but Zhuo Yifan forced him to get to the point.
"It's not an easy thing to get Brother Long to say 'submit'!" Zhuo Yifan also laughed.
The two of them were like two old friends in this snowy valley, laughing happily, but the atmosphere seemed a bit strange. After all, they were laughing without talking, and everyone could tell that there was no sense of peace in this scene.
"Master Zhuo, who do you think is more suitable to be your opponent between me and the prince?" Long Xiangtian stopped smiling and asked seriously.
Zhuo Yifan was stunned when he heard this. His first reaction was to wonder what Long Xiangtian's intention was in asking this question.
"You and him can be said to have their own merits. To be honest, you both give me a headache!" Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"Have a headache?" Long Xiangtian burst out laughing when he heard this: "It seems that giving Mr. Zhuo a headache is something to be proud of."
"Then what do you think of me?" Zhuo Yifan asked with raised eyebrows.