Old Six's lips moved. "Senior, my father taught me from childhood to show respect to seniors... Ow!"
Second Brother Loose Immortal stood opposite Nan Ji, holding Mitao'er hostage.
Nan Ji looked at Second Brother Loose Immortal, and Second Brother Loose Immortal looked back at Nan Ji.
Second Brother Loose Immortal glanced at his brothers, sweat sliding down his forehead. He pointed at Nan Ji, his face full of grievance. "Didn't you say... you only had... thirty percent of your power left?"
"That's right," Nan Ji said.
"Then how come... I don't understand."
Nan Ji said, "You're still holding her hostage?"
Second Brother Loose Immortal gritted his teeth. "Damn it! I'll fight you! Don't come any closer, or I'll stab him to death right now!"
Second Brother Loose Immortal held up his sword and pressed it against Nan Ji's neck.
Second Brother Loose Immortal froze.
His head buzzed.
Wasn't he holding Mitao'er? How had the old man gone from standing opposite him to ending up in his arms?!
Did he... know magic!?
Second Brother Loose Immortal released Nan Ji. "Senior, I... actually, I had a miserable childhood. My family of origin..."
"Fuck you!"
"Ah—! Senior, spare me, I was wrong—! Ah—!"
The seven little darlings knelt in a row.
Zhao Ritian walked up to Seventh Brother and gave him a savage kick!
"Bastard!"
Seventh Brother gritted his teeth. "Bastard, kick me again and I'll kill you later!"
Long Aotian went over to stop him. "Ritian, Ritian, forget it. Kicking him doesn't even hurt."
Zhao Ritian said, "He kicked me just now, and you got beaten too. You're still trying to break it up?"
"No." Long Aotian pulled out that huge iron rod. "I mean, use this."
"Oh!?"
Seventh Brother's eyes lit up. "No! Be reasonable, I only used my hands