"Playing with your mother!"
Why make things difficult when you can easily grab him?!
Zuo Fang cursed out loud, and in the next instant, his figure flashed, skimming up the wall to grab the boy!
Luo Kun grinned, then jumped onto the opposite wall. His body didn't rely on any external force, and his back was stuck straight to the wall as if it were glued on.
Then, the boy crossed his arms and arrogantly tilted his chin up at him, "Come on over."
"Are you sick in the head?"
Zuo Fang's fingertips clung to the crevices of the wall, and the soles of his feet braced against the edge of the stone bricks, barely keeping his body steady above.
He looked at the person opposite him with a full head of black lines, eyes threatening, "I'm not in the mood to play exciting games with you here. It seems this dragon really is incorrigibly mischievous; it's better to eliminate it!"
Luo Kun giggled, "What to do then? The show has already started, huh."
