"Damn!"
Li Tianming stared wide-eyed at the utterly bizarre "Grand Emperor" before him, at a complete loss for words.
The former Grand Emperor had been old, irascible, with fierce, savage eyes—a living volcano in its twilight years.
The current Grand Emperor still looked the same, but his eyes had changed. White Wind was like an intelligent brat; no matter how clever it was, it could not conceal that childish, chuunibyou air.
Those youthful eyes paired with that aged shell created far too much contrast.
Li Tianming said, "If you want people to believe you're the Xuanding Emperor's father, you need to change your eyes. Right now, you look exactly like a little brat wearing an old man's skin."
That "Grand Emperor" rolled his eyes and said unhappily, "Do you think I need you to tell me that? There's no one else here right now. Who wants to play some old, undead bastard?"
As he spoke, he disregarded the Grand Emperor's dignity and squatted directly on the ground, continuing to curse. "Damn! This broken body is way too rotten. One foot's already in the coffin, and the five viscera and six bowels are practically corroded through. If I move a few more times, I'll probably kick the bucket on the spot."
"It's all rotten?" Li Tianming felt a slight headache coming on.
"Only this seventh star organ can still stand up straight. That means this old thing used the last glimmer of his life to protect this thing! At his age, he still wanted to pass down a few imperial bloodlines?" White Wind said with undisguised contempt.
Li Tianming could only say: speechless!
Still, as a man, he could understand. When everything else had declined, only that last bit of pleasure remained—and the targets were all freshly blossomed young girls.
"Xianxian,