"Damn it, this nest of snakes, worms, rats, and ants! I'll squeeze them to death one by one with my bare hands later. Look at that junior—he actually dared to glare at me! Does he have a death wish?" Dongfang Fu was livid.
I found it amusing and hurriedly sent him a voice transmission. "Master, calm down. Your performance hasn't even started yet. What are you so nervous about?"
"Shut up, you brat! Do you think I'm nervous? I'm angry! Angry, do you understand?" Dongfang Fu glared at me, but I was too lazy to glare back. I wasn't Xu Yanlong; I had long since become immune to the murderous gaze of this elderly punk. Naturally, I didn't hold back from bickering with him either. "Yes, yes, you're angry. But you'll have plenty more to be angry about later, so don't work yourself into an illness."
"Can they make me ill? What I like best is letting them act arrogant. Once they're done showing off, I'll squeeze them to death one by one. But do you think I don't understand you, brat? This junior surnamed Xu glared at me. If I can butcher him, you won't stop me? Let me tell you: I figured out your entire shtick eight hundred years ago!" Dongfang Fu cursed.
"Master, I told you, I haven't even lived a hundred years yet. How did you get to know me eight hundred years ago?" I said with a laugh.
Dongfang Fu was rendered speechless by my retort and immediately put on his masterly airs. He cursed, "Brat, remember this: I'll deal with you when we get back!"
"Heh heh, you won't be able to deal with me when we get back. I'll have Ruxue deal with you." I had long since figured out Dongfang Fu's temperament