"What's your name?" Xiao Wuhuan asked the man holding himself high.
The man retracted his arm and brought him in front of him, eye to eye, nose to nose:
"Always remember, my name is Guangming."
"So Guangming..." Wu Huan stretched out his white hands to hold Guangming's face, "Can you be my slave?"
Guangming's hand hugged him, and then he looked up to the sky and laughed:
"Okay! As long as you become the master of the flower armor, I will be your slave!"
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