"I'm not Misha! Misha is dead! My name is Liansheng, got it?!" Misha finally lost his patience with Jia Lan.
"Why do you always say this? Do you want me to compensate you with a new pair of legs?"
Jia Lan was perplexed by Misha's outburst. It seemed that every time they clashed, Misha would insist that he wasn't Misha. Did Misha hate him so much? Misha's legs were injured because of him, and for all these years, he harbored guilt and always yielded to Misha. What exactly did Misha want from him?
"Jia Lan, sentimentally speaking, my legs were crippled while saving you. Logically speaking, as your senior, our master gave me the authority to supervise all the disciples. You either follow my orders or get the hell back to Penglai Island! I let you off this time, but next time you try to obstruct me, beware, I won't be so polite!"
