"What the hell is this..."
Gong Qiying looked at this letter that was truly unexpected and tilted his head in puzzlement for a moment.
Although doing a head-tilt with the appearance of an animated corpse is not cute at all; it might even make people wonder if his head is going to fall off.
The White Blood Dungeon, it's one of the three dungeons I'm keeping an eye on, and it's the only one left that hasn't been beaten up yet. The City Lord is Irene, right?
Gong Qiying suddenly discovered he almost forgot the other party's name.
He vaguely remembers the White Blood Dungeon Lord Irene as someone who looks quite gloomy and depressed, like a vampire girl who would shut herself in her room all day long. Or more elegantly, a member of the Blood Clan.
The biggest impression he has of this person can be summed up in one word:
"Poor."
