Chen Shouyi lit the gasoline lamp, and only when he heard Chen Xingyue's footsteps fade away did he unzip the briefcase.
The Shell Lady was still asleep, but upon hearing the familiar sound of the zipper, she blinked her sleepy eyes open.
By the time Chen Shouyi fished her out of the briefcase and placed her on the bed, she had become lively, displaying an expression of excitement as though she was ready to set off, and asked in a flattering tone, "Dear Giant, are we going to kill the bad mice and bad birds?"
"Not today, but definitely tomorrow!"
Today he had survived a fierce battle by the skin of his teeth, and then got cursed by the Barbarian God, experiencing a terrible nightmare, so he had neither the mood nor energy to practice archery.
