"Master, you deceived me so thoroughly."
Ning Yu stared intently at Zhou Xuan, his eyes filled with venom.
Zhou Xuan shrugged, scornfully remarking: "Ning Tu Lu, your complaint is so outdated, like something from an old romantic tale."
"..."
The ghostly face on Ning Yu's legs glowed with a bloody sheen. Unwilling to sit idle, he intended to use his "Infinite Legs" divine skill to escape from the Secret Realm.
Zhou Xuan paid no attention, openly made a "please" gesture.
"Come on, Ning Tu Lu, please begin your performance."
"Curse it, my two legs can walk through fate, space, and time. Zhou Xuan, capturing me is by no means easy."
He bent down, offering his left thumb to the crying face.
The anguished, contorted ghost face smelled the blood's scent, instantly opened its eye, and bit off the thumb, chewing it voraciously,
crunching loudly,
The ghost face immediately began to operate, emitting a highly unpleasant wailing sound,
