"You're acting like a dog biting Lü Dongbin!"
The childish voice didn't surface again for quite a while.
"Your behavior is going to spoil the child." Only after the other voice had finished raging did it make a quiet accusation. "I was clearly being kind and helping the little brother suffer less. Not only did you fail to praise You Li for being clever and considerate, you even slandered me and said I was trying to hurt you."
I really hate this version of me!
"What does your three-year-old brain know about yandere? Yandere isn't an illness. Going berserk can get people killed!" If her body weren't under the other's control, she would've wanted to grab her hair and go berserk herself. "Yuan Liang is the type to feel at ease and comforted when he's covered in blood. If you don't let him get hurt, he'll start imagining all sorts of things. You little brat, how am I supposed to clean up this mess?"
The childish voice fell silent.
Then it complained, "People really are complicated, huh?"
Why would anyone like getting hurt?
A flash of icy light swept across the corner of her eye. Flecks of scarlet ice fell from her brow, and the blood spilling out dyed her vision red. The spearhead swept sideways toward Shen Tang. She shifted her footing and calmly dodged, but not completely. The spearhead grazed her eyelid, leaving a faint red mark between her brows. A layer of frost formed over her brows, and cold blood dripped from the wound. Seeing this, Yun Da didn't feel pleased. Instead, he grew a little more impatient. "Arrogant!"
Though he hadn't truly fought in nearly a hundred years, he had spent those years tirelessly training in the Martial Gall Hall. His skills had never grown rusty