"You... why are you here?"
Qin Ya was puzzled about who was stopping her. The moment she turned her head and saw Ye Huan, an indescribable sense of safety arose in her heart, and her helplessness disappeared. Tears of grievance suddenly flowed uncontrollably.
"Qin Ya, I remember, back in Celestial Sea, you were hotter-tempered than anyone."
"Whenever I provoked you back then, you always yelled that you'd beat me to death."
"Now when others provoke you with just a few words, you don't think about beating others to death, but think about hitting the wall to commit suicide?"
"Are you treating me differently on purpose because you think I'm easy to bully?"
Ye Huan shouted.
Qin Ya chuckled, amused by his words, and lightly punched Ye Huan's chest: "I just think you're easy to bully, is that not okay?"
Ye Huan was speechless.
Daring to say the God of Slaughter is easy to bully, Qin Ya was indeed the first.
But he didn't mind.
He said these words to ease Qin Ya's mood.
