Murong Yan's expression was getting more and more unpleasant.
Clearly, he's been thoroughly defeated!
Nan Moxin felt extremely satisfied: Humph, since you won't help me go home, I'll beat you down!
Anyway, now she's just a ghostly presence, and he can't hit her haha~
"Ugh!"
Nan Moxin was feeling smug when suddenly her wrist hurt.
Murong Yan held her hand tight and looked at her gloomily: "You have a chance to rephrase your words."
"What's up with you? You're hurting me." Nan Moxin tried hard to shake free but couldn't.
So strange, he actually can catch her! And the pain was so real.
"You have my life force in you, so to me, you're no different from being real. I can grab you and punish you anytime, anywhere."
"!!!"
A flock of crows flew over Nan Moxin's head.
What the heck, don't play like this! She's a ghost now! A ghost!
"Between me and your dad, who has the better figure?" Murong Yan asked.
