"Yuezheng Yan, meet your doom!" Mistletoe roared.
"I don't know you." Yuezheng Yan frowned, his gaze bright and innocent, as he twisted his waist and hid behind Lu Xingyan.
No matter what, he currently had no desire to recognize this simpleton.
"I'll strike you with thunder, and you'll see if the charred exterior and tender interior feels familiar." Burning with anger, Mistletoe was gathering thunder, and the air prison formed by talismans showed signs of wear and tear under the relentless thunder attacks.
"Are you insane? We don't know each other, yet you're shouting to attack and kill me." Yuezheng Yan hid behind Lu Xingyan, desperately giving Mistletoe meaningful glances.
Noticing his expression, Mistletoe began to realize that the truth of the matter might be different from what he had imagined.
The fact that Yuezheng Yan's contract with him was still in effect meant that, like himself, he had been reborn.
