Ling Tianyu looked at Old Flowing Head, whose face was full of resentment and displeasure, and coughed seriously, saying, "The timing is perfect, wasn't my visit appropriate?"
After speaking, he raised an eyebrow at Old Flowing Head's lower body, his eyes full of mischievous intent, as though with magical power, making a cool breeze pass through Old Flowing Head's trousers, and he couldn't help but shiver.
"Damn you, knowing you is the greatest sorrow of my life, knowing you is the biggest misfortune of my life." Old Flowing Head tidied his clothes angrily and said, "I'm going to change clothes."
"Bring the Zhen Wu Child to the main hall."
Old Flowing Head gave instructions, and the old servant with a turtle shell hurriedly got up and took Ling Tianyu away.
It's only Old Flowing Head who dared to call the Zhen Wu Child like this; anyone else would be dead by now. It's quite a terrifying existence.
