Little Milk Jin burst into laughter upon hearing this.
But he still looked very serious.
"Nope, nope, you can't hit Master Jinjin."
Taoist Shangqing clicked his tongue every time he saw Little Milk Jin and felt sour.
You tell me, isn't it infuriating? That unlucky bastard from Sanqing actually got such a good disciple for free, and then there's the rebellious one I've been anxiously waiting for all night.
I can't take it anymore!
My anger is rising!
My blood pressure is going up!!
"Uncle Master."
Ye Changan also greeted him with a smile.
"Changan."
Shangqing also smiled but looked at him carefully.
"Why are you covered in the smell of blood? Did you get into a fight?"
Ye Changan's smile didn't change, still the same gentle and innocent honest face, looking extraordinarily gentle and bully-able.
At first glance, just a soft and tender pretty boy.
