Dragon Spirit watched Yun Ran playing with her phone, pacing back and forth in the living room for several rounds, but no one paid any attention to him.
He could only coyly cough lightly to give a hint.
As a result, Yun Ran just lifted her eyelids briefly and then went back to her phone.
Dragon Spirit became displeased, moving right in front of Yun Ran: "Aren't you going to ask how well I've memorized it?"
This time, Yun Ran didn't even lift her eyelids, her eyes fixed on the phone screen.
She said, "If you can't even memorize these simple regulations, then I might have to consider whether it'd be better to hand you over to be locked up."
Dragon Spirit: ...
As expected, Yun Ran, this little lunatic, was truly annoying, and he had his reasons for not liking her!
"Hmph!"
Dragon Spirit glared at Yun Ran fiercely, but then his eyes suddenly fixed on something.
He then frowned, "Why do you have the aura of the Demon Sword's Sword Spirit? Wasn't it destroyed by lightning?"
