"Die of anger because of you? Do I look that petty?" Rommel's complexion darkened: "What kind of person do you take me for?"
"Then what about your fox's tail? Have you cut it off?" Liu Zhenhan rolled his eyes dismissively.
"Since the hatred is no more, why keep this humiliating mark?" Rommel smiled painfully: "Never thought that after all the hardships escaping the Taklamago Desert, I would still be one step too late!"
"If it wasn't a heart attack from anger, how did you actually die?" Liu Zhenhan was genuinely very curious: "But then again, whether you're dead or not doesn't really matter to you, does it? After all, according to your holy book, Imam, even when life fades, there's still a shadow clone, and without intense light burning, even if you're scattered, you can be reborn under the moonlight."
