Luo yang giggled and dodged to the side, while Aunt Thirteen chased him playfully.
The scene was akin to that of a couple, just some playful banter, not a life-and-death struggle.
After playing for a while, Luo yang said, "Aunt Thirteen, little sister, let's not delay serious matters. Once we get the Blood Devil, I'll find a room for you to have a good go at me."
Aunt Thirteen bashfully teased, "If I don't smack you, kid, you'll think this grandma is a sick cat!"
She spoke as she kept moving forward, continuing to edge closer to Luo yang.
"Aunt Thirteen, little sister, alright. For the bigger picture, I'm willing to let you have a beating."
With that, he stood still.
Aunt Thirteen rushed over, swinging her little pink fists at Luo yang.
At first, she aimed for Luo yang's head, seeing he indeed didn't dodge.
Just as her little fist was about to land on his head, she had to quickly retract most of her strength.
As a result, it was like gently patting Luo yang's head.
