After hearing Huo Yuhao's words, Lingyin's face filled with terror, because she did not remember telling the man across from her her name.
Huo Yuhao had only learned her name by looking through Lingyin's memories just now.
But seeing that Lingyin had no intention of speaking, Huo Yuhao continued, "It's fine if you don't want to answer that question. Let's talk about something else, like the Green Skull organization..."
The moment she heard the words "Green Skull," Lingyin's gaze turned extremely wary. Then she spoke in the same resentful tone as before, though now it carried a hint of mockery.
"So you couldn't hold back this long before trying to wring information out of me? Or, with your strength, do you prefer playing cat and mouse?"
"You're just like all those Spirit Ice Trash Statues erected one after another-hypocritical to the extreme..."
Lingyin hurled abuse at him, saying every insult she could think of. Yet Huo Yuhao did not sense much hatred from her. Rather, her insults seemed more like a way to distract herself from her fear.
Perhaps she had tired herself out, perhaps she had run out of insults, or perhaps seeing Huo Yuhao remain unmoved had robbed her of the drive to continue. Now Lingyin merely panted, glaring viciously at him.
"You're right. That Spirit Ice Douluo you mentioned really was a piece of work, leaving a whole pile of messes behind," Huo Yuhao said. Hearing the man across from her say this, Lingyin visibly froze, unsure what trick he was playing.
Seeing Lingyin's expression, however, Huo Yuhao inexplicably began to laugh. Perhaps Lingyin was a damned wretch who attacked civilians, but from Huo Yuhao's perspective, she was still a child in terms of age.
Her twenties were an age when, if she was not getting married