Let's Talk

Ding Moluo's emotions rose along with his words, until at last he could not help throwing back his head in wild laughter.

"HAHAHAHAHA—!"

The shrill, hoarse laughter stabbed at Ye Chen's eardrums, echoing for a long while through the mist between the valley and the forest.

Ye Chen stood where he was, his head slightly lowered and silent. His face lay shadowed beneath his hair, and his entire body quietly gave off a chilling killing intent.

Sensing the shift in the young hunter's aura, the Clown backbone showed not the slightest tension or concern, as though everything remained entirely within his grasp.

Ding Moluo continued laughing for a while. Seeing that Ye Chen made no movement, he gradually reined it in, then folded his arms and teased Ye Chen.

"Heh, I originally thought you'd come charging at me again, burning for revenge. But apparently not. Looks like your temperament is far steadier than your appearance suggests~"

Ye Chen raised his expressionless face and replied to Ding Moluo in an indifferent tone.

"You didn't attack me all this time. Don't tell me it was just so you could stand here spouting a pile of meaningless nonsense?"

"I originally thought you would be different from the other arrogant Clowns. At the very least, I thought you'd carry yourself with an unfathomable air. But now it seems you're all cut from the same cloth—lunatics, nothing more, except your ability is simply a little stronger."

"What a crushing disappointment."

Ding Moluo's face froze slightly at those words, before he opened his mouth and burst out laughing again.

"HAHAHA! Good lad! Even in a situation like this, you're still trying to provoke me in return? No wonder you dared to chase after us alone after seeing that miserable sight. You really know how to keep