"Impossible!" At this moment, three people stood up simultaneously.
"Absolutely true. When I was eight, my best friend and I got into a fight over a piece of cake. At that time, I bit his left hand, and he retaliated by biting my right hand."
"This..." Li Guangyao and the old man were speechless.
Li Qimeng's expression became incredibly complex, initially shocked, then a hint of joy appeared. Suddenly realizing something, she hurriedly asked you, "Do you have a birthmark below your navel?"
"No." You answered dryly.
"No way." You reluctantly stood up, took off your top, revealing firm muscles. However, to Li Qimeng's extreme disappointment, there was no birthmark below your navel.
You let out a breath and smiled, "Sorry to disappoint you. I think we can leave now, right?"
"No, you cannot leave." Li Guangyao hurriedly stopped you.
"Why?"
"If Ling Dijie learns that you are not Zixu, he will surely kill you personally."
