"Strange. Why is it that the moment I see you, Senior Brother, I can't help wanting to get close to you?"
The child blinked and spoke, an inexplicable look in his eyes as something strange flickered within them.
Li Su's mouth twitched. A guy selling miracle oil saying he couldn't help wanting to get close to him? What kind of savage words were those? Was he trying to scare him to death so he could inherit his fortune?
Looking at the person before him, who was completely a little pretty boy—no, given the rather muddled ingredients, somewhere between a pretty boy and a little girl—so adorable that one couldn't help feeling an overwhelming urge to pick him up and take a bite.
Faced with the thoughts in his own mind, and recalling the other party's true identity, his face immediately darkened with black lines.
Still, he quickly calmed down. After all, as a super pervert, Li Su had one greatest principle: the target's gender had to be confirmed. Schrödinger's gender was simply too heavy, too hardcore a taste.
"I don't know either, but one thing is certain: I should be the junior brother. You're the senior brother!"
"Eh?"
The child was somewhat surprised as he watched Li Su settle himself so swiftly. He himself knew better than anyone what he looked like right now.
At this moment, he possessed extraordinarily powerful killing power, utterly indiscriminate toward men, women, the young, and the old. Anyone who saw him would undoubtedly suffer a tremendous impact upon their heart and find it difficult to suppress the favorable impression forming toward him.
As for why he was so confident, naturally it was because of his appearance.
He was too cute!
Cuteness was justice. Cuteness was strength. Cuteness was every truth in this world.
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