Yiyi's serious face did not seem to be jesting with him. Lin Suqing immediately reined in his smile and spoke gently and courteously, "My name is Lin Suqing, Yiyi's aunt."
The phrase used was "My name is," not "I am," showcasing extreme humility and respect.
"Perhaps it's because I didn't imitate it well, there's a pronunciation error, so I used the wrong word," Lin Suqing said with embarrassment. "Such pronunciation is indeed complex, I really cannot learn it."
He spoke very sincerely, and indeed it was true. He really did not know the language of the dragon horse, and he indeed had imitated Yiyi.
Yiyi listened with skepticism but suddenly his expression darkened, sternly saying, "The dragon horse possesses a strong leadership consciousness, only those who have tamed the dragon horse are qualified to command it," becoming even more awe-inspiring, "Otherwise, the dragon horse will see it as disrespect."
"What will happen?" Lin Suqing asked.
"You will die."
