Gu Ming?
The image of his Left Guardian flashed through Jiyan's mind, bearing no resemblance whatsoever to the ugly middle-aged man before him.
If he really was Gu Ming, how could he be this ugly?
Gu Ming knew he was an ultimate face-con, so before his death, he had repeatedly instructed Gu Ming never to resurrect as something ugly. If living meant being ugly, he might as well not come back at all.
So perhaps this man just happened to have the same name?
"What, got a problem with that?" Gu Ming slapped his bottom.
At the thought of being bullied by an ugly wretch, Jiyan's expression grew even darker.
He spat two words through gritted teeth. "Courting death!"
Then he swung his hand at Gu Ming!
Immediately afterward, he noticed that his hand seemed to be a different size than usual.
He stood up, but he was still shorter than everyone before him.
He only reached their waists.
Jiyan's face darkened until it looked ready to drip water.
Fine!
Just fine!
The body he had molded with his own hands had been unable to bear his divine soul and had collapsed into a complete mess.
In the end, it had actually reverted to its natural state and turned into a child!
He stared dumbfounded at his outstretched hand, which had actually struck Gu Ming's leg.
Gu Ming looked down at him. "Oh, you've got quite a temper, you little thing. Come here. I'll teach you how to behave!"
With that, he lifted Jiyan with one hand.
Jiyan struggled briefly, then turned his gaze toward Yuanbao.
Yuanbao spoke leisurely. "Enough. Why are you picking a fight with a child? His bones have only just been set. What if all this rough handling makes him fall apart again?"
"Exactly, exactly. Put