Long Yi placed Gu Jiao properly, like setting down his small doll, and even used his internal strength to smooth the tuft of hair that stuck up on the little doll's head.
"Long Yi, why are you here?" Gu Jiao asked him.
Obviously, Long Yi wouldn't answer.
Forget it, this question could be pondered later. The immediate priority was dealing with the troublesome Dark Soul.
Gu Jiao pointed at Dark Soul not far away and said earnestly, "Long Yi, beat him up!"
I can't beat you, but I can let Long Yi beat you!
Dark Soul clearly didn't expect Gu Jiao to change his tone so suddenly. However, when he thought about it, this brat had always been shameless, otherwise he wouldn't have tricked him countless times. But—who is this big guy who suddenly appeared?
Long Yi, in a black robe and wearing a ghost mask, had only been seen by Gu Jiao, Princess Xinyang, and Xiao Hen since he grew up.
But the aura emanating from him made Dark Soul feel a faint sense of familiarity.
Why?
