"Are you talking to me?"
Seeing the segment of Buddha Flame Root in his hand speaking so rudely, the young man in plain clothes raised an eyebrow, his tone indifferent, a crazed look flickering in his eyes.
"You monk are really an idiot. What are you holding in your hand? If I'm not talking to you, who else would I be talking to?"
The Buddha Flame Root waved its tendrils, roaring in anger again and again.
"Haha!"
Ye Yun couldn't help but laugh.
This tiny Buddha Flame Root avatar, still damaged, could barely be counted as a descendant of the Buddha Flame Root's main body, and yet as soon as this little guy woke up, it actually spoke to the Buddha Flame Root's ancestor like this.
It really didn't know whether it was living or dying.
Smack!
The young man in plain clothes darkened, stretched out his hand, and gave this Buddha Flame Root a slap.
"Say that again, and believe it or not I'll eat you right now!"
The young man in plain clothes said coldly.
