The moment the two words "old friend" came from Yue Linglong's mouth, Zheng Xiu heard a SNAP inside his head, as if something had exploded.
'Old friend?'
'Old friend?'
'You fucking said old friend?'
It wasn't just anger. It was the feeling that something he had believed his entire life had been utterly negated by Yue Linglong's single sentence.
The Orange Cat seized the opportunity, stretching out its two paws to cling to Zheng Xiu's back and breathing greedily. Its fur billowed in the wind, looking particularly glamorous.
The Red King grabbed Yue Linglong by the neck with one hand and lifted her up. Yue Linglong's face turned purple as she struggled, her legs kicking wildly in mid-air.
Yue Linglong's already fair face became terrifyingly pale from the lack of oxygen. She desperately beat at the Red King's arm with both hands, but her strength was as futile as a mantis trying to stop a chariot. Her struggles gradually weakened.
