"Damn brat, I will refine you into a Blood Puppet today and show you what the ugliest thing in this world is!"
Hua Wuqing really couldn't stand the child's way of thinking and yelled in frustration.
Perhaps he himself didn't care about beauty or ugliness, but being repeatedly called ugly by a bratty child would enrage anyone.
Chu Xin rubbed her somewhat relieved little stomach, tilted her head, thought for a moment, and curiously asked, "What's a Blood Puppet? Is it uglier than you? It's hard to imagine that there's someone uglier than you."
Hua Wuqing's facial muscles trembled violently as he roared and charged at Chu Xin; he no longer wanted to waste his breath with this child, who would likely infuriate him to death sooner or later.
