"What's going on?"
Scratched his head.
The action and demeanor were exactly the same as the previous habit, these small moves and habits can be said to be engraved in the human DNA; even the few girls in the Mountain Gate might not be able to recognize who exactly this is.
The same aura, the same smell, the same appearance, the same habits, everything was identical because this was not a so-called possession.
It was parasitism.
Yet, the innocent-looking boy suddenly in an instant turned ferocious, his left hand directly pinching into a sword gesture, Thunder Light swirling madly around his left arm, stabbing straight toward his own forehead!
"Old dog! I *#@ you *#@!"
Snap —
His right hand immediately grabbed it.
