Hearing that utterly familiar voice, the anxious youth froze.
Then he got a clear look at the newcomer.
His grave, anxious expression instantly turned to delighted surprise!
Following the youth's gaze-
Just ahead of him, outside the blood cage, an extraordinarily handsome youth dressed in white was watching him with a smile.
At the same time, the white-clad youth held the end of the blood-red spear in his hand, his grip like an iron clamp that kept it from advancing even an inch!
"Old Zhou!"
The youth cried out in delight, excitement filling his eyes.
A smile tugged at Zhou Changqing's lips. Looking at the rather bedraggled Xiao Yan, he could not help raising an eyebrow. "Normally, I don't hold it against you when you call me Old Zhou. But I just saved your life. What should you call me now?"
Xiao Yan's delighted expression froze at those words. His surprise swiftly gave way to speechlessness, with a host of black lines appearing on his forehead.
This bastard wanted to be his godfather again!
"Get lost! You should count yourself lucky I call you Old Zhou. If you don't like it, I could reluctantly settle for calling you my godson."
Pouting, Xiao Yan swore at him.
"Hey!"
Zhou Changqing glared. "You unfilial brat! Trying to turn heaven and earth upside down, are you? Watch out, or your father might leave you to fend for yourself."
As the saying went-
A buddy who did not want to be your godfather was no true brother.
Brothers had to compete!
Compete to be the godfather!
Of course, despite his words, Zhou Changqing did not leave him to fend for himself. He lightly tightened his grip on the spear.
Crackle!
Countless streaks of electricity instantly sprang from his palm, turning into incandescent little snakes