Music System in a Cultivation World: What the F*ck

"j-j-junior brother," i tugged at his robe... what? i couldn't see him face-to-face. what? don't hide behind him? who the f-f-f*ck's doing that? a..ha..haha... help me.

she cackled, bringing up a pudgy hand to cover her mouth like one of those haughty otou-samas from a manga.

"shut up," junior brother growled, and he pounced onto the... marshmallow.

"hah, too slow!"

all of a sudden, she appeared behind junior brother, her nails elongating to be too f*cking big. d*mn! what happened to my goddess? otz

"witch!" turning, junior brother barely dodged, her nails tearing his robes and underrobe.

"ha! you look so... delicious!" a crazed glint entered her eyes as she sniffed deeply at junior brother.

the f*ck!

junior brother's eyes turned a deeper color as he growled like some kind of f*cking animal. then, he did some weird hand movements, and, suddenly, he was like speedy g*nzales as he attacked the high-level demon cultivator.

they were a blur as they exchanged blows. d*mn. i was in awe at their strength. sitting down, i watched them fight. it was better than any cinema. and the blood was real, too!

junior brother noticed me on the ground after about 20 seconds. "senior brother! what are you doing?"

what am i doing? can't he see this? i pointed at myself and sheepishly smiled. "i'm watching."

a vein throbbed on junior brother's forehead. "do something!" he continued to grapple with the now fat demon cultivator. d*mn it. can't he tell that i don't want to touch that!?

< ^^ >

what do you want system? i'm busy.

< dance! >

what?

< system has decided to activate 'random shuffle'. congrats *throws confetti* host was rewarded with the sugar hill gang's "apache (jump on it)! >

that song has h*lla misappropriation, system.

< ^^ system has taken it upon itself to increase the volume. enjoy!>

i'm not dancing.

"senior brother!" junior brother yelled out to me after a slight reprieve from his fight with the high-level cultivator. "do something!"

dance it is, then.

i stood up and dusted myself off. with one last look at the high-speed fight, i stuck my foot out and... gangnam-styled.