"That's right, grandson, come out! If your grandpa doesn't arrange you into three hundred and sixty little poses, then I'm the big turtle raised by my grandson!" Little Black made an exceedingly lewd gesture at Sogra. "If I arrange you into three hundred and sixty little poses, then you're the big bastard turtle raised by my great-grandson!"
"So whether you come out or not, you're fated to be a grandson anyway!" Big Black threw back his head with a deep sigh, shaking it gravely. "You're a grandson. No one can change that fact!"
Sogra's heart abruptly clenched into a knot. He paid no heed whatsoever to the two rabbits' taunts and abuse. As an old powerhouse who had weathered countless dangers and gained vast experience, verbal attacks no longer had any killing power against Sogra. Ignoring their words, he stared fixedly at the two rabbits and asked, one word at a time, "You... can actually leave my domain world?"
Big Black twitched his long ears and deliberately changed the subject as he asked Little Black, "What's wrong with this grandson? Did we beat his brains out?"
Little Black scratched his ear with a hind leg and snorted unhappily. "How would I know? I'm not his uncle!"
Sogra narrowed his eyes. He clenched his fists tightly and stared at the two rabbits for a long while, then glanced at Lin Qi, floating in midair without the slightest aura about him, eyes shut like a corpse. Then he looked toward Lin Qi's god-level subordinates, who were intercepting the many gods of the Sky Divine Clan. Suddenly, his body flickered, transforming into a thumb-length carving knife that shot westward at high speed.
Before figuring out the two rabbits' true nature, Sogra no longer dared deal with them. As a crafty, sinister old undead,