Hearing this, Wang Yicheng furrowed his eyebrows.
His dad was planting loquat trees in the yard; what did that have to do with being in a bad mood?
Meanwhile, Zhen Zhuoxiu, who had taken a liking to Lu Zixun, outright laughed.
"This cat is interesting; he curses in such a roundabout way."
Zhen Zhuoxiu's gaze landed on Wang Yicheng, and seeing his confused expression, he grinned and said, "What he means is, you are dead."
There's a line in a piece of prose that goes, "There is a loquat tree in the courtyard, planted by my deceased wife."
Coincidentally, Zhen Zhuoxiu had read it, so he was able to clarify for Wang Yicheng.
Nowadays, without a bit of culture, it's a bit awkward to even insult someone.
"You motherfu..., looking for death!"
Realizing what had been implied, Wang Yicheng materialized a double-edged axe in his hands.
However, before he could rush at Lu Zixun and swing the massive axe, Lu Zixun had frozen him into an ice coffin.
