"I am the heavens!"
Qian Xiao didn't know where he got the courage, but he waved his fists with unstoppable momentum and shouted.
If he didn't know the boy inside and out, Xu Lai would have almost suspected the little brat he was holding by the scruff of his neck was the reincarnation of some Great Emperor or God King. That level of arrogance and confidence was something even he couldn't easily match.
Gui Siqian looked at Qian Xiao expressionlessly, but the corners of its mouth slowly split open, revealing razor-sharp fangs. Even in the ink-black night, they were horrifying!
"..."
Qian Xiao felt incredibly guilty under that gaze. He coughed and added softly, "Um, Uncle Xu is the heavens, and I'm just a white cloud in the sky. So you big old turtle, don't go too far, or I'll stew you into a soup!"
How ridiculous. Who would dare to stew a Demon King in a soup? That's blasphemy!
