"Hey, what's your name?" Luo Lang, who arrived at the battlefield and was still looking at his surroundings curiously, heard a voice ringing by his ears.
Luo Lang turned around and saw a young man clad in purple clothing, looking at him with a smile on his face.
Luo Lang stared at him indifferently. He didn't answer and continued to look at his surroundings.
"That proud huh?" The young man had an amused look on his face. In the past, as long as he flirted with a girl, that girl would be pleasantly surprised and become shy. They wouldn't be as cold as this one in front of him.
Tang Ningyu nudged Mu Chaoran lightly with his elbow, "Looks like someone doesn't want to live anymore."
"Oh, indeed." Mu Chaoran smiled as his eyes looked over with interest.
"Should we intervene?" asked Tang Ningyu as he looked at Luo Lang's impatient expression after being bothered by the young man clad in purple.