He then flicked the tubular object away, narrowly missing the nose of Bei Huai's soul body.
"I'm laughing at the Holy Emperor who's offering to close the door for me, Xu Xiaoshou," Xu Xiaoshou looked down his nose at him.
Bei Huai's eyelid twitched, completely unable to understand this person anymore. In the face of impending death, was it truly a triumph of the spirit?
"Why close the door?"
Xu Xiaoshou chuckled in response, remaining silent.
He wanted to say those words, but this was enough for now, at least he wouldn't be held accountable by someone later.
Bei Huai looked at the young man, who had mastered the art of pretense, as he leaned against the back of the throne, his hands folded on the armrest, eyes closed, seemingly lost in a dreamland, ignoring Bei Huai completely.
He was truly angry.
Even the Ten High Nobles and Bazhun'an hadn't been as pretentious as him!
