And Yao Xin, who had been wildly resisting and cursing as though there were no tomorrow, suddenly felt strangely refreshed after letting all those words out.
'…Eh? Why does this feel so good and satisfying?' she wondered.
She blinked cutely, then a strange, satisfied smile slowly crept across her face.
'Well, whatever. I'd better curse this bastard to death!'
For some reason, once she started, she couldn't stop.
Every insult that left her mouth made her chest feel a little lighter, even as she kept twisting in his grip.
In her heart, Yao Xin even felt a little proud.
'That's right. I really am a loyal and good Apostle! If someone dares to impersonate Master and use me like this, I should avenge him! That must be it!'
A faint smile appeared inwardly as she kept cursing.
And this time, she even went for his ancestors.
