"What is it?" the Lich Old Man asked Pandora with considerable displeasure.
Pandora said nothing.
"Listen, little girl, if you're asking someone for help, you need to show the right attitude, understand? So if you want me to help you, wait until I wake up." After speaking, the Lich Old Man turned over and drifted back into a hazy sleep.
Before long, the world began shaking again.
When he opened his eyes, Pandora's huge eyes were still there.
"I say, little girl, do you even know how to ask for help? I..." The Lich Old Man spoke irritably, but halfway through, he suddenly realized something. Slowly looking at Pandora, he asked with a startled expression, "Wait, you weren't asking me just now. You were threatening me, weren't you? If I don't agree, you won't let me sleep?"
Pandora neither confirmed nor denied it. She merely looked calmly at the Lich Old Man and said, "Make it first, then sleep."
"I..." The Lich Old Man covered his forehead painfully with one hand and said through gritted teeth, "Can't you show a little respect for an old man? Can't you at least let me wake up first?"
"Make it first, then sleep." Pandora looked at the Lich Old Man, her expression unchanged and her tone unchanged, repeating herself like a phonograph.
The Lich Old Man could no longer hold back. With a slap, he struck the recliner and quickly sat up. His expression twisted, his gaze angry as he glared furiously at Pandora.
"Hey, little girl, I'm warning you, I have a temper too. Keep being this annoying, and I'm going to get angry! If I really get angry, the consequences will be serious—far beyond what you can bear."
Pandora's eyes flickered at his words. Looking intently at the Lich Old Man,