Your Name...

Those dolls were not enough for Fang Zheng to warm up with. Before long, every doll before him had been smashed to pieces. The anger deep inside him at having inexplicably turned into a twin-tailed little girl because of that damned bracelet had also dissipated somewhat. Well... he had to admit that venting once in a while really was good for the body.

"Phew..."

After smashing the last struggling doll to pieces, Fang Zheng finally let out a satisfied breath. Then he turned and looked toward the black-haired girl on the other side.

Although Fang Zheng had taken down most of the dolls, several had also sneaked over to the black-haired girl. Clearly, though, she had come prepared. She decisively summoned two staplers shaped like little pigs, which promptly chomped those dolls into twisted heaps with a series of crunches.

Sure enough, you should not take on porcelain work without a diamond drill. Since she had dared come here alone to cause trouble, she naturally had some real skill.

"Well then, I shall take my leave."

After that inexplicable fight, Fang Zheng felt much better. Since this was someone else's territory, it would not be appropriate for him to remain any longer. He put away his sword and cupped his hands toward the black-haired girl.

"Though green hills remain and rivers run long, Miss, we shall meet again..."

"Whoosh..."

Before Fang Zheng could finish, the black-haired girl suddenly waved her hand. The two pig-shaped staplers floating at her sides flew behind him, surrounding him from the left and right.

What was this supposed to mean? Was she planning to fight him again?

Fang Zheng froze at the sight, then looked at the black-haired girl in confusion. She merely studied him before speaking.

"Come with me."

After saying that, the black-haired