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"Are you out of your mind?"

Wang Ye gave Lu Wu a strange look. "Forget it. Once we get back, I'll take you to see your A Yao."

"And besides—"

"Even if A Yao really revived, she'd be seven at most. Could you really bring yourself to make a move?"

"That'd be a criminal offense at minimum."

Holding back his laughter, Wang Ye patted Lu Wu on the shoulder with a sigh.

Lu Wu froze where he stood. His face instantly darkened, and his expression turned ugly as he sank into thought.

That was right.

A Yao was only seven.

And I was already an old man.

Judging by our ages, people would believe I was her grandfather.

But before long, Lu Wu looked at Wang Ye again, his smile brilliant and sunny. "Boss, my strongest skill isn't formations or illusions."

As he spoke, Lu Wu's body rapidly shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, while his clothes became baggy.

In the end—

They swallowed him whole.

Soon, Lu Wu crawled out from beneath his clothes. He looked no more than three or four years old, a genuine little brat, and even his hair had turned black.

"How about it? Aren't we a good match now?"

He planted his hands on his hips and showed off.

Wang Ye looked at Lu Wu, then at his crotch, and covered his face. "Could you put some clothes on before talking to me?"

"Oh."

Lu Wu muttered and created a reflective ripple in the air to inspect himself.

He made several tiny adjustments with some dissatisfaction.

Finally—

A spirited, rather adorable boy in fashionable clothes stood before Wang Ye.

He looked no less impressive than Liang Zhi Shui.

This old bastard was pretending to be young again.

Wang Ye could not