He happened to see a huge face grinning at him with a mouthful of teeth. Reflexively, he kicked backward and opened up the distance.
"007, being ugly isn't your fault, but coming out to scare people when you're ugly is your problem."
Ye Bufan took a deep breath.
Good thing he had a sturdy body and a beating heart, or his life might have been in danger!
"038, are you playing house? I want to play too."
007 pointed at the marks on the ground and scratched his head shyly.
"How about I be the dad and you be the mom?"
At that, the corners of Ye Bufan's mouth twitched uncontrollably.
Damn it, this guy was having another episode!
He was a full-grown man, strong and vigorous, brimming with masculine energy from head to toe.
There was no way he could agree to such a request.
Wait, what was I thinking?!
Instead of rejecting such an outrageous request immediately, he had actually started considering it.
And he even said I was playing with mud. What a crude person—he had no artistic sense at all.
Sigh... well, that made sense.
How could ordinary mortals possibly understand painting skills comparable to those of a god?
How lonely it was to be invincible. The heights were too cold!
A lofty, solitary aura immediately rose from Ye Bufan. He glanced at 007 and waved him off impatiently.
"No. Go play somewhere else. Don't interfere with my important business."
The very next second after saying that, a vein throbbed on Ye Bufan's forehead, and he instantly regretted it.
007 looked aggrieved, then stomped hard on the ground. And then... the ground cracked, leaving behind a deep shoe print.
Ye Bufan: Σ( ° △ °|||)︴
Uh... that was rash.
He had forgotten that there wasn't a