"When you talk about someone behind a tree, please check up in the tree first, or else..."
Long Heng stood on a branch, beaming at the two below as they stiffened and slowly raised their heads.
"Jun Mo, honestly, our senior isn't that bad. The real black-hearted little white dumpling is him."
Lu Heng sighed at Long Heng's smug look and added another remark for Jun Mo beside him.
This one was the most black-hearted of all. At a time like that, he had turned the grievances between them and some of the Heavenly Imperial Sect's Human Race Players straight into a blade placed in the Wind God's hands...
He really was the Wind God's son. Now that was a complete inheritance!
"You're right. That soft-looking little baby could ruin half the Heavenly Imperial Sect with a single move!"
Jun Mo nodded.
Compared with this black-hearted, fair-faced little baby, his brother was still very innocent and kind.
"Hmph!"
Back home, Long Heng had returned to acting like the child he looked like. Grumbling, he ran down from the tree, glared at the two a few times, then turned to find someone to comfort him.
He was a child. Never mind whether he was one on the inside-he just wanted to make up for the childhood he had never had!
"See? He's acting young again. Only someone as kindhearted as our senior would play along with this Little Dragon Person despite knowing exactly what he's like..."
Amused by Long Heng's reaction, Lu Heng watched the shameless little brat run off to act cute with exasperation, once again putting Ye Fei in the role of the good guy.
"Exactly. My brother's just kindhearted. He's too nice. What can you do..."
Jun Mo chimed in, once again painting Ye Fei white instead of