Jun Muqian just finished speaking and sneezed again.
"Bang!"
Two more unfortunate Time Administration Bureau employees were blasted to smithereens.
"There's no mistake, someone must be cursing me!" Jun Muqian narrowed her eyes, "One sneeze means someone is thinking of you, two sneezes means cursing you, three sneezes means you have a cold, but I can't possibly get sick!"
"Little Qian, think of it this way." Si Fqing said seriously, "The scary thing would be if no one cursed you!"
For people like them, who have enemies lining up to hunt them down, it would be quite unsettling if they actually lived a life of peace one day.
"Makes sense, it really does." Jun Muqian said cheerfully, "A person as outstanding as myself is envied everywhere I go."
Her gaze fell once more on the few remaining survivors from the Time Administration Bureau's Branch No. 6.
The look seemed casual, but it brought immense pressure.
"Thud," and several people fell to their knees.
