Watching Nie Linglan practically draped over Wang Xiu, Mo Wuwei gritted her teeth and couldn't help but ask, "Junior Brother Wang Xiu, who is this?"
With some difficulty, Wang Xiu pulled his head free and chuckled. "This is my Sword Spirit. I haven't trained her well, so I've made a fool of myself in front of you, Senior Sister... Get down, now. Don't be so disrespectful!"
As he spoke, he gave Nie Linglan a pat on her rear.
Nie Linglan reluctantly pouted but got off Wang Xiu, though her arm remained tightly locked with his.
She glared at Mo Wuwei, her eyes filled with discontent.
This woman! She's so annoying! I finally get a chance to be close to my Young Master, and she has to come and ruin it! So irritating!
Wang Xiu had spent two months in the Netherworld Forest, wholly focused on creating puppets. Of course, Nie Linglan hadn't been idle, either. Following Wang Xiu's orders, she would take the Mingxue Executioner Sword down the mountain every few days to drink pig blood.
