The clash of masters is becoming more interesting.
"Emperor Quan?" Zhan Se scrutinized him carefully, suddenly puzzled, "The feeling you give me, doesn't seem like you're particularly eager to catch him?"
"Shh..." With a smile in his eyes as he stared at her face, Lord Quan the Fourth flicked her forehead hard, "You can't just say things like that carelessly, that's slander, you understand?"
She pouted and fell silent.
But this feeling took root in her heart, growing stronger by the moment.
Furrowing her brows tighter and tighter, she ventured to say.
"At first, you really wanted to catch him, and he wanted to kill you. But now, I feel like he doesn't want to kill you anymore, and you're not as desperate to catch him. Right?"
Emperor Quan turned his head to look at her and curved his lips, "Silly thing, who said I don't want to catch him? Isn't it just that I can't catch him?"
