Those Lawless Years with Ne Zha

“What? You’re going to carve out my flesh? And cut off my bones?”

On the roof of an old-fashioned wooden house, Nezha abruptly sprang to his feet, no longer sprawled out as before, as if someone had just stepped on his tail.

Lin Xiao’s eye twitched. Though he really wanted to deny it outright, he had to admit the other person had a point. So he simply said, “If you insist on seeing it that way, there’s nothing I can do.”