The wildman king sitting in the cage slowly raised his head, looking at the blind man in front of him peeling an orange.
The blind man nodded and said, "Pretty much."
People say I rely on my brain for a living, it might be somewhat boastful, but the blind man genuinely does rely on his brain for a living.
Whether it's mental force or consciousness, don't they all stem from the brain?
"Sigh."
The wildman king sighed somewhat wistfully.
"My lord said you love to act, love to play the fool to catch the tiger, why, now I'm here, you're not acting?"
"I just got stabbed by the Sword Saint recently, it still hurts now."
"The Sword Saint can still wield a sword now?"
"Right in the heart."
"Oh." The blind man was indifferent, "It seems that the realm has been elevated, does this count as winning without moves?"
"Perhaps, oh right, that phrase you said, playing the fool to catch the tiger? I really like it."
"I'll give it to you then, do you want an orange?"
"Yes."
