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"Um, what's going on?"
Looking at the stunning black-haired girl on the windowsill, Asar blinked her eyes in confusion.
Just a moment ago, she was scared to death, with a timid and cowering expression. But now, her expression had turned into one of bewilderment and confusion, staring at Yumo in a daze.
Even the look in her eyes towards Yumo carried a trace of sympathy for a fool.
After all, in Asar's sight, that terrifying incarnation, the Abyssal Lord, was now like a child with mental issues who lacked love, talking to herself in the air. Sometimes shocked, sometimes happy, sometimes angry, as if she was a clown performing a monologue.
But no matter what, this behavior of talking to herself seemed almost no different from a fool in Asar's eyes. However, worried that saying these words would directly cause the embarrassed Yumo to blast her into ashes, Asar could only tightly cover her mouth with her hand, not daring to utter a word.
