Wang Muyu’s appearance was a huge surprise to both Wang Ling and Lotus Sun, but now Wang Ling also realized that this little guy was a little more resourceful than he had imagined.
If they could establish a friendly relationship, perhaps this little guy could also walk the same path as Odd Zhuo and take the blame for him.
Not long after Martial Saint Jiang left, Odd Zhuo and Lotus Sun followed closely from the other side.
Odd Zhuo knew that this wasn’t the place to talk, so he brought Wang Ling, Wang Muyu and Zhou Ziyi into a van marked with the crest of the war sect.
Almost the moment the door was closed, Zhou Ziyi saw Wang Muyu’s transformed body transform back into the appearance of a six-year-old child, and then he pounced into Wang Ling’s arms, he rubbed his head against the fabric in Wang Ling’s arms.
Perhaps it was because this little guy had the exact same face as him, but Wang Ling actually resisted the urge to slap him away.
After all, he had slapped himself.