Upon hearing Angel's words, Little Xiaotao's peculiar dotted eyebrows suddenly shot up, seemingly surprised by Angel's audacity.
"You want to perform in front of me?"
Angel nodded; there are many ways to perform, and as long as it's not an artistic type of performance, he's willing to give it a try.
After all, there's no harm in trying.
Seeing Angel nod, Little Xiaotao's pitch-black eyes showed a hint of mockery: "You're just a flicker of consciousness now; even your appearance is just an illusionary shell. What sort of performance can you deliver?"
Angel: "I can bring my body over."
Little Xiaotao turned her head sideways: "I cannot wait that long. I'm so busy, making a moment to roam with fate."
"My time is running out, and I still need to go back and conduct auditions for those prospective actors."
Angel: "Auditions for actors? Do you work at a theater?"
Little Xiaotao scoffed: "If you want to know, then let her fulfill my request."
