This left Black Tiger and the demonic rat body exchanging a glance. How were they supposed to untie the knot of frustration in Yu Xianpo's heart?
But Yu Xianpo immediately spoke in a sullen voice...
"Though I can understand it, I'm still very unhappy... However, there is a way to make me happy. Your demonic rat body can come with me to explore the Swordwalk Small World, then follow me to the Prison Race."
The moment those words fell, Black Tiger and the demonic rat body both froze...
"Leave our brother's true body with Brother Black Tiger." Yu Xianpo still sounded rather sullen.
Damn it...
Black Tiger suddenly caught on and slapped the table as he rose. "Little Mouse's true body is trapped in the Spirit Race, so you're putting on this gloomy act because you want to take my Little Mouse away? Don't even think about it..."
Although Sikong Jing's two bodies were both himself, Black Tiger naturally felt more attached to the demonic rat body.
He understood now. Yu Xianpo's gloominess had all been an act.
All so he could take away the demonic rat body.
Since there was no telling whether the true body could be rescued, Yu Xianpo wanted to seize this chance to snatch away his little demonic rat.
"Black Tiger, it was you who lost Brother Sikong's true body. Isn't it only fair that you compensate me with a little demonic rat?" Yu Xianpo continued drinking, looking as though he was determined to have the demonic rat body.
"No. We'll find a way to save Little Mouse's true body." Black Tiger glared with tiger eyes.
The auras of the Sword Clan member and the black tiger gradually rose, as though they were about to come to blows.
Caught between them, the demonic rat body