At this moment, Little Ming King was nearly driven mad by anger. He was the real Little Ming King; he was the master of the Zoroastrian Sect. But now, what was with these cult members? Did they still see him as a person?
Little Ming King's eyes turned red in rage, but Han Ling'er had her hand over his mouth. In his fury, he bit down hard on Han Ling'er's hand.
"Ah~"
Han Ling'er pulled her hand back in pain, only to see her palm bleeding from the bite.
"Brother, what are you doing?"
Han Lin'er, eyes bloodshot, looked at Han Ling'er and said, "Shut up! I'm not your brother. Han Ling'er, you're actually speaking for that villain? From now on, we are no longer siblings!"
"Ah!"
Han Ling'er was completely stunned, staring dumbly at Han Lin'er. She couldn't comprehend how her good brother had become like this.
"What did you say, brother?"
Han Lin'er said, "I said from now on, we are no longer siblings. I don't have a sister like you, and you don't have a brother like me!"
