"Tsk tsk... this Madman confides in you, so why are you just brushing him off?"
Yu Wenxuan had just walked away when a childish voice emerged from behind.
Ling Mo rolled his eyes and said, "Some things are better left unknown, right? And... lurking around to eavesdrop is one thing, but you sure have the nerve to just come out like nothing happened and comment on it!"
"But judging by the way he spoke, he should have already been well aware, shouldn't he?" Black Silk wobbled slightly as he gripped the edge, then climbed up on his short legs, muttering, "This body is really inconvenient! To be honest... if you convert a dog's age, I'm almost thirty already..."
"Are you trying to say you're older than me? Just live your life obediently in dog years! This body is just right for you at about three years old." Ling Mo said, then sighed, whispering, "Even if that's the case, there's no way I could just tell him directly, right? That Yalin is actually a zombie, and then?"
