Jiang Lihen was clearly startled and couldn't regain his wits for half a day. He looked at Si Yehan strangely. "He's… gentle… wonderful… kind-hearted… p-pure? He's a… nice person?"
Ye Wanwan glared at him. "That's right! What about it? Hey, who the heck are you? Don't tell me you're someone sent by that pervert Lord Asura to torture my baby, right?!"
"H-hold on… what did you say? That pervert Lord Asura…?" Jiang Lihen looked like he was in a dream and blurted out, "Say, little girl, do you know he is…"
Before Jiang Lihen could finish speaking, he sensed the gaze of death shooting toward and piercing him.
And so, the second half of Jiang Lihen's sentence forcefully twisted from "He's the perverted Lord Asura you speak of" to—
"Th-that's right! He's gentle and wonderful and kind-hearted and pure! He's absolutely a super nice person who emerged unsoiled from the mud!"
