The strands of Fu Xiqin quivered, feeling as if the very hairs on the strings were standing on end.
"Mas... Master..."
Standing at the window sill, he stammered and glanced back, only to see Bao Gucheng's face as cold as frost.
How did a boy manage to scare him like that?
That's odd, only the Master would call him a fool and refer to Brother Jin as a stupid bird.
How could a boy...
In a flash, the Golden Crow realized: "Bao Gucheng, you're not Bao Gucheng now, you're Nangong Mo... The real Fu Xi, right!"
"I'm not him."
"Guess even this stupid bird has a brain."
What made one's hairs stand on end again was the same Bao Gucheng uttering two completely different statements in tone and meaning.
The Golden Crow was stunned for a moment: "You, you can understand Jinjin, communicate with Jinjin now? Bao Gucheng, has your divine consciousness awakened?"
Fu Xiqin, belatedly, jumped forward: "Master, you live inside the boy's body? You're not dead!"
