Ying held Paimon and stared expressionlessly at the guy grinning amid all those beauties.
“Paimon, I feel like I’ve lost something, but I have no proof.”
“Mm, I feel that way too.”
“Really? You think so too? The person standing on that stage should be me, right?” Ying grew excited.
Paimon’s face fell as she muttered, “No. I was just thinking, if he’d been the one to fish me out back then, how great that would’ve been… Ah!”
Ying flung the useless, all-show-no-substance White-Eyed Paimon out of her arms.
She drew her ever-present Dull Blade, then leaped up and thrust it a thousand miles!
“Qi Jiu, you’re dead!”
This is the story of an outsider from another world stealing the spotlight from a traveler.
The author has no shame, so you know the rest.
The book is good, but there's simply not enough to read.