Watching Xiao Zhan's behavior, Ye Youlong also had a somewhat strange expression.
Having spent time with Xiao Zhan, she found he always blurted out some inexplicable things, words she had never heard before, very unfamiliar, yet they somehow felt right when he spoke them.
It was truly a strange feeling.
She had no idea where he had learned these words from.
"What are you spacing out for? Hurry up and move!" Xiao Zhan, seeing her suddenly lost in thought, urged her on.
Ye Youlong came back to her senses, "I'm tired, I don't want to walk."
Xiao Zhan: ...
"Really, I'm at my wits' end with you."
With a wave of his hand, Ye Youlong immediately transformed into the Death Demon Scythe in his grip.
She was getting lazier and lazier; she hadn't been this pretentious before.
Looking at the Death Demon Scythe, which seemed cold and intimidating in appearance yet was extremely gentle to the touch.
