You want to bully Little Budian, huh, looking for death.
Gui Hu's logic was very simple; only he was allowed to bully Little Budian, when was it these riffraff's turn.
Leaving the bustling street, Gui Hu slapped his palm onto Little Xinzhuo's crown chakra.
A cool sensation, like ambrosial nectar, enticed Little Xinzhuo back to consciousness.
"Corpse King, big brother, how come we're here? The wine really tastes awful, did you change your mind and agree to go save Sister?"
Little Xinzhuo rubbed his eyes, his head aching fiercely. Even though he felt unwell, the first thing that came to mind upon waking was the safety of his own sister.
He had no idea how much trouble he had just stirred up.
"Tell that Little Budian, unless she comes to beg me herself, I won't go back."
After Gui Hu spoke, he threw Little Xinlin out and vanished in a flash.
"Corpse King, big brother, don't go."
Little Xinzhuo was panicked.
What's wrong with Corpse King, big brother?
