Xuanyuan Lian and Little Fire
Xuanyuan Lian raised an eyebrow and reached out. Little Fire was yanked through the air and caught by the scruff of his neck.
"Fuck, Xuanyuan Lian! Are you trying to die? Put me down!"
Little Fire flailed his claws and wings, struggling to escape Xuanyuan Lian's grasp, but he was too weak for it to do any good.
"You know me?" Xuanyuan Lian frowned.
"I'd recognize you even if you were ashes!" Little Fire exclaimed. "How can you not recognize me?"
Xuanyuan Lian frowned and studied Little Fire closely, sensing the aura around him.
Suddenly, Xuanyuan Lian's eyes widened. He stared at Little Fire in surprise. "Are you Lie Yanhuo of the Seven-Colored Phoenix clan?"
Little Fire crossed his wings over his chest and raised his bald head with a proud air. "Hmph, you finally recognize me, huh? Now put me down!"
Looking at the featherless chicken in his hand, Xuanyuan Lian tried to reconcile it with the figure he remembered.
Pfft!
Xuanyuan Lian burst out laughing, drawing everyone's attention. In their impression, he was a man of few words who never cracked a smile. They had never seen him like this.
Little Fire's face immediately darkened. "Xuanyuan Lian, what are you laughing at?"
"I couldn't help it. You're just too funny, Lie Yanhuo! Hahaha, I can't—let me laugh for a bit!"
Looking at Little Fire, Xuanyuan Lian couldn't hold back. He turned away and roared with laughter.
"Fuck you, Xuanyuan Lian! Put me down! I'm gonna kill you!"
Little Fire shouted and struggled, his face flushed with agitation.
After quite a while, Xuanyuan Lian finally managed to rein in his laughter. But when he looked at Little Fire dangling from his hand, the corners of his mouth twitched. He still managed to hold it