Wu Di was excited, suddenly realizing, "It must be the hair color issue!"
"My hair color is too common!"
???
Zhang Kuang's smile seemed a bit stiff, and the empty wine bottle in his hand fell onto the carpet.
"Kid, are you messing with me?"
The iron-headed youth's heart was pounding wildly, feeling a chill rising from the soles of his feet to his head, instantly giving him goosebumps all over.
He hurriedly shook his head and said, "No! Absolutely not!"
"This is the conclusion I've drawn after careful observation, detailed analysis, and long-term thinking!"
"Sword Master Lin Qiubai's hair is purple."
To be precise, it's malva purple.
"Brother Ran's hair, black and white mixed, obviously belongs to someone with a story."
"Your hair, Demon Child, is red."
Zhang Kuang's hair is relatively long. If not combed, it would fall over his shoulders. At first glance, each strand seems soaked with never-drying blood.
"Red?"
