Stinking Brat, I Will Not Fall for It Again!

Listening to Loren's crude words, Dormammu felt both angry and a little aggrieved.

What on earth was going on here!

What did he mean by whether he could get it up or not?

Did the brat in front of him really think he was doing that kind of thing with him?

Besides, did he not have the slightest clue in his heart why he had suddenly stopped attacking?

Wasn't all of this caused by his blonde female subordinate?

Now he was actually turning things around and blaming him instead; he was simply defeated!

A herd of alpacas galloped through Dormammu's mind, and if it weren't for his noble status, he would have wanted to hurl abuses back and forth with Loren.

Having always failed to eliminate Loren and having his energy drained by him like a blood leech was already annoying enough.

Now he even had to endure such vulgarities from Loren—who the hell could stand this?

He had originally come today full of ambition, and he was determined to take Earth.

Yet after going through these experiences, he had lost all mood entirely.

He couldn't kill him, and trading insults beneath his dignity.

Suppressed by Loren the whole way, he was truly sick of this suffocating feeling.

He wasn't playing anymore, he wasn't playing, it wasn't fun at all!

Dormammu thought with extreme depression, wanting nothing more right now than to hurry up and leave this damned place.

Then, after calming his mood, he would make a comeback.

When that time came, he must find a way to shut Loren's stinking mouth first.

Damn it, it was truly stinking and long-winded, annoying to death!

"Hey, Dormammu is talking to you! Why did you suddenly stop, keep going! I haven't had enough yet! come on!"

Loren looked at Dormammu in