The brunette groaned as the sunlight hit his face. Eyes heavy with lack of sleep, he felt his butt hurting and winced as he sat up. He liked spicy food, but not like that!
'Ugh,' he rubbed his eyes and stood up slowly, 'Time to go before the Ghost King tries to kill me.'
Grabbing his green tunic, he threw it on and tightened it with loud yawns.
"Ah Mo," a voice spoke up and he turned to the door to see a head of platinum blonde and green eyes.
"Ah, brother," he smiled, "If it weren't for you, I'm sure I'd die."
"That is true," a grin spread across the young face, "I wanted to ask you something before you leave."
"Hm? What is it?" The brunette looked at him curiously.
"You've known Sheng Shui all his life, right?" The blonde asked and Zhang Han Mo frowned.
"Why do you talk about yourself like it isn't you?" His golden eyes stared intently into emerald ones.
"Just answer the questions," his brother pleaded.
