Misleading the Young

"You can't put it that way!"

Xiao Yun looked at Ao Wushuang beside him, whose face was filled with indignation, and said calmly, "Though I am already old, I have always possessed a fiery heart. Besides, everyone yearns for beautiful things. I am no exception."

"As for being an old man? Heh heh, though I have lived for several thousand years, I am still a virgin. I am quite a match for Fairy Ao."

A match my ass!

Ao Wushuang glared furiously at the white-haired old man before him, grinding his teeth in rage. You've lived for thousands of years and you're still setting your sights on a little girl. Shameless beyond belief.

"Hey, hey, hey, why are you looking at me like that? Don't tell me you like Ao Shuiyao too and see me as your love rival? But I advise you to withdraw willingly. Because I believe a girl like Fairy Ao must surely appreciate the sunset's rosy glow and the beauty of years settled into maturity—in other words, a handsome man like me." Xiao Yun looked at Ao Wushuang with a beaming smile.

Veins bulged across Ao Wushuang's face. He clenched his fists, nearly unable to stop himself from throwing a punch.

Sunset my ass. With that face full of old lumps, you still have the nerve to call yourself handsome? Do you think you're Ye Dadao?

"Old fellow, you can eat carelessly, but you can't speak carelessly. Otherwise, disaster will sooner or later come crashing down on you!"

Ao Wushuang ultimately restrained himself, merely shooting Xiao Yun a cold glare.

He had already made up his mind. Once he found somewhere deserted, he would teach Xiao Yun a lesson. He could not reveal his identity yet.

Xiao Yun stopped teasing Ao Wushuang. Raising his head, he