Lin Zhe Yuan felt that the Aged Demonic Cultivator had a point.
But he still decided to try a different approach.
Why couldn't he ask for it openly?
Thus, Lin Zhe Yuan caught up with Li Zhōujūn and blocked his path. Putting on a woman's voice, he said with an utterly lovestruck expression, "I don't ask you to stay by my side, only that you leave me a strand of your hair to sustain my fantasies."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Zhe Yuan nearly threw up. But there was nothing he could do. Everything was for the sake of becoming better.
When the Aged Demonic Cultivator saw what Lin Zhe Yuan had done, he was also surprised. He had not expected this kid to have a few tricks up his sleeve.
Li Zhōujūn: "..."
What a sin. He really was too handsome.
If he were ugly, then even with unparalleled talent, others probably would not fall for him. They would only respect him.
"Let's forget it. If I leave you a strand of hair, you'll never be able to forget me. Wouldn't that make you suffer even more?" Li Zhōujūn sighed.
When Lin Zhe Yuan heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched. Are you seriously this impervious to persuasion?!
"Old Devil, transfer your power to me. I'm going to pull out his hair!" Lin Zhe Yuan roared inwardly.
"Coming." The Aged Demonic Cultivator grinned. Immediately afterward, an immense amount of power surged into Lin Zhe Yuan's body.
This power made Lin Zhe Yuan feel as though he had the whole world in his grasp.
Having experienced power for the first time, Lin Zhe Yuan became even more enamored with it.
Then, without wasting any time, Lin Zhe Yuan reached straight for Li Zhōujūn's hair.
But no matter