He thought, although he and the fool were the same body, in some sense, it's not accurate to say he was the fool's brother...
But he should protect the fool, at least not let him be bullied.
Yet, Wen Xishu found that he couldn't make a move.
Wen Tingyun grabbed Wen Xishu's collar and mocked:
"I thought you were more capable? Tsk, waste will always be waste, look at you, so timid, tears are even flowing from your eyes, are you going to cry again?"
"Let me tell you, Wen Chaohua won't die, he won't come here to save you."
Wen Tingyun's tone became more and more agitated, he wanted to mock and humiliate this fool.
But those excited emotions, that resentment and sadness made him seem so hysterical. The fool's eyes were misty, yet his own eyes were also red.
His grip was very strong, in the Upper Spirit District of the Netherworld, or the world of the dead, spirit bodies and spirit bodies wouldn't have any conflict because they couldn't cause harm.
