"Who?"
Dugu Bo was immediately puzzled by Misha's baffling remark. What Clockie?
The very next moment, he found out.
Something resembling a simple line drawing appeared right in front of his face. Without wasting a single word on Dugu Bo, he smacked him straight on the forehead.
"Hiss!"
Caught off guard by the blow, Dugu Bo clutched his forehead and staggered backward.
"What the hell is this thing?"
"I'm Clockie."
Seeing the thing bouncing around and talking before him, Dugu Bo immediately assumed he was a Martial Soul.
"What kind of strange Martial Soul is this? How can it leave the body, just like that useless fellow's Martial Soul from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?"
Without hesitation, Dugu Bo raised his hand and swatted at Clockie.
Although he had promised not to use Soul Skills and to fight with only one hand, that did not mean he would simply swallow this insult.
Watching Dugu Bo charge toward him, Clockie rubbed his hands together eagerly and met him head-on.
While the two were locked in a heated fight, things looked completely different outside.
For some unknown reason, Dugu Bo had suddenly stopped moving where he stood.
Seeing Dugu Bo's strange condition, Dugu Yan approached Misha, her face filled with worry.
"Senior Misha, is my grandfather all right? He didn't mean to offend you just now."
Hearing Dugu Yan's words, Misha smiled and waved a hand at her.
"He's fine. I didn't take it to heart. He's only dreaming right now. He'll wake up shortly."
Ning Rongrong chimed in from beside them.
"That's right, Sister Yan. Don't worry. Teacher Misha knows where to draw the line."
At that, Misha turned his stern little face toward Ning Rongrong and spoke seriously.
"Ning Rongrong! Friends can joke around, but that's no excuse to