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When he saw the boy, Yan Xiaobao was taken aback, but he quickly adjusted his smile. Who would have guessed that Lan Feng was actually a ten-year-old boy.
Although Yan Xiaobao was shocked, this world was already full of surprises, and after witnessing the recent display, he no longer felt astonished.
"Idiot," Lan Feng said loudly while observing Yan Xiaobao. He was displeased, feeling that Yan Xiaobao was mocking his current form. "You have a baby's body, and I also had to reduce my consciousness; otherwise, our bodies would have been torn apart by an explosion of my spiritual energy," he explained.
Lan Feng walked straight up to Yan Xiaobao, not giving him any time to respond. He extended his hand and drew a long cut across his palm with his finger. Instead of blood, a silvery liquid oozed out slowly. Yan Xiaobao understood his intent clearly and mimicked the gesture. He reached out to clasp Lan Feng's hands, allowing the liquid to merge.
