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"Qingyu, you're a bit petty," Gu Tao snapped his fingers: "Waiter, another bottle of that wine, and another serving of mustard herb lamb chops."
"There's nothing polite between us, I was laid up in bed for half a month because of you," Qing Yuzi sneered, then turned to look at Little Evil God who was examining a knife and fork: "What do you plan to do with this thing?"
"Do? Do what?" Gu Tao pulled a napkin out of Little Evil God's mouth: "Look at how dumb it looks."
"It's still an Evil God. If left to its own devices..." Qing Yuzi stopped mid-sentence and looked at Little Evil God, seemingly still shaken from the earlier psychic battle.
Gu Tao took a sip of lemon water, quite unconcernedly: "It's now my little brother. This thing, a soul contract, neither it nor I can break. Soul contract, Qingyu. I promised to show it the human world, so I can't do anything to it. Likewise, it can't do anything to me either, and it has to obey my commands. Right, Little Evil God?"
