"Cough, cough."
A light cough interrupted the playful banter between the two.
Lu Ran grumbled, "Alright, alright, if you don't want to be called, I won't call you. No need to get so angry."
Deng Yuxiang almost laughed in exasperation!
If it were necessary during battle, she wouldn't mind using the Voice of Compassion and the Sound of Despair.
But now?
Having to bleat timidly in front of an outsider?
Deng Yuxiang was tempted to give Lu Ran a kick!
However... considering there was an outsider present, she decided to save some face for the Evil Demon Lord.
Deng Yuxiang released Lu Ran's elbow, her face cold.
"May I ask your name, sir?" Lu Ran quickly changed the topic, loudly inquiring.
The young man in the lake had a peculiar expression.
The Holy Spirit Mountain is fraught with danger, undoubtedly a cold, harsh battlefield; he hadn't felt such a warm, playful atmosphere in years.
Normally, he should be indifferent to these two lambs.
