"..."
Zhu Yu's mind went blank at that moment; he stared dumbly at the youth in front of him, his spirit greatly shaken as if his soul had been jolted out of its shell.
After saying that, Iliate immediately went to a mirror to scrutinize his appearance.
Red and green hair, perfect.
Short sleeve shirt, shorts, and slippers, also very appropriate.
So, where exactly was the problem?
Iliate tugged at his ear and looked at Ye Wanlan with a slightly aggrieved expression, "Sister YN, where do I not resemble the Deadly Poison Master?"
"Maybe because you're not an old man with white hair and a white beard," Ye Wanlan said casually. "Old man, don't scare the kids like that."
"How did I scare anyone?" Iliate muttered. "I just can't accept that he didn't recognize me."
Zhu Yu still stood there dazed, as if he hadn't heard anything.
He indeed found it hard to accept.
Because the title "Deadly Poison Master" had already spread to the Shenzhou Land Continent last century.
