"Unfortunately, your master and mistress didn't come this time, and you weren't rescued either. You're still under the control of this tyrant, while Shang Jun, whom you like, has already returned to the Immortal Sect. As for whether he's considering rescuing you, I have no idea. At the moment, he's having quite the time fighting me." I smiled.
Only then did Lan Xian realize that this was real. But when she saw me, she still couldn't help drawing in a sharp breath, because I no longer looked the way she had originally seen me. She pointed at me for quite a while before saying, "Tyrant! What kind of spell did you use to turn yourself into this? What exactly are you trying to do? Do you think turning into a pretty boy will let you fool us?"
I gave an awkward smile. "Lan Xian, tell me—how have I wronged you? Ever since you fell into my hands, I've given you good food and drink. Have I ever mistreated you?"
"You haven't done anything to me! But you're full of schemes. Who knows what you want after dragging me out here now?" Lan Xian was extremely wary. Then she immediately said to Qingyang Qili, "Junior Sister Qili, don't trust this tyrant under any circumstances. He's best at playing the sympathy card, and before you know it, he'll make you fall for him!"
"Is that so? Then have you fallen for me?" I asked with a smile.
Lan Xian's expression froze. She gritted her teeth and said, "Dream on! Not everyone likes you, Tyrant. Anyway, anyway, I definitely don't!"
I shook my head. "Wushuang, Xianrou, Ying'er, and I have treated you so well, yet you still don't like us. Were you born with white eyes, so that nobody ever looks pleasing to