He then held his neck up, his expression so painfully contorted it was as if a ghost were throttling him and yanking him back, and he began to "run backwards"...
"Why has Bazhun'an arrived?"
Yue Gongli, too, was filled with immense fear, his eyeballs nearly popping out of his head.
What he saw was not just Bazhun'an. This person, unseen for decades, had strangely become so sickly—and he was grinning!
You're Bazhun'an, for goodness' sake, you have an image to maintain, what are you smirking for?
It's bad enough you're smiling, but you're grinning all the way to your scalp. Are you trying to scare my big sister to death too?
"Brother-in-law~~"
Without a second thought, Yue Gongli leaped down from the Cursed Yin God Palm and rushed forward, emitting a whiny, coquettish sound that a cat might make when seeking attention, seeking an embrace.
He had only charged halfway when he saw Bazhun'an grab his chin, tilt it upward, and flip his head back on his own.
"Huh?"
