"When did I ever care about you?" Liu Zhenhan still stubbornly insisted, lifting his chin defiantly, "There are plenty of girls waiting to sleep with me! I've wanted to dump you for a long time!"
"If you don't care about me, why are you so anxious? Your face pretends to be nonchalant, but your Magic Shield sold you out a long time ago! If you're not angry, why is your blood boiling… tsk tsk… I saw your robe from afar, you are now the Shaman of Divine Songs, tsk tsk… This is an honorary position that requires following the ancient rites… tsk tsk…" Helen pouted her lips high, like a feisty chili pepper, "How did you become a foreign Elf, and I missed catching you red-handed? Now that you're the Shaman of Divine Songs, shouldn't I discipline you a bit, lest you misuse the War God's name to flirt around?"
"This…" Liu Zhenhan didn't expect that it was his Shaman's robe that caused the trouble.
"What? Flirting on royal command?" Moer suddenly jumped up, "You dare!"
