"Wang Yuyan! What are you doing?" Zhao Min suddenly shouted fiercely at Chen Mo's back.
Chen Mo turned and looked down. A little girl was crouching behind him with her hands clasped together and her index fingers pointing up. It was the Thousand Years of Death! Zhao Min suddenly stopped Chen Mo from moving forward. "Xiao Longnu! Can't you behave?" Zhao Min reached out and grabbed another little girl, then kicked something in front of Chen Mo.
Chen Mo looked down and saw a banana peel. He understood.
"See that guy with the dark circles and gloomy look, like Gaara? That's Yue Buqun!"
"The worlds change, but Yue Buqun stays the same." Chen Mo nodded, suddenly enlightened.
"Ahem. Don't bring that up in front of him." Zhao Min coughed softly. Yue Buqun looked even more dejected.
Next, Zhao Min pointed to a little boy with a bitter, resentful expression, as woeful as Zhunti and Jieyin of the Primordial World. "That's Xiao Yan, Xiao Huohuo."
"The transmigration and rebirth disaster zone!" Chen Mo said, nodding in agreement.
Little Xiao Yan looked even more miserable.
"That's the Lord of the Heavens." This one looked utterly downcast. He hunched over, hands on his waist, and lifted his head. His lifeless eyes were filled with an endless, deathly gloom.
