Mo Nanjue curled his lips coldly, "Didn't you just admit it instantly?"
"..."
Luo Xiao walked a few steps forward and stood in front of him; the two looked almost identical. "Do you think, appearing like this, Xiao Ran can tell it's me?"
Mo Nanjue supported himself with his left hand on the bed edge, slowly standing up. A cold and domineering aura instantly wrapped around him, "You've been beaten up like this, and you're still stubbornly asking such nonsense." He glanced at the injury on top of Luo Xiao's head, "Smashed by a vase?"
Luo Xiao: "..."
Mo Nanjue slightly lifted his right hand; indeed, it had been bandaged, and the wound on his back had stopped bleeding, yet it still hurt severely. He frowned, "Where is this?"
"I don't know either, some forest," Luo Xiao lifted his gaze and suddenly blurted out, "I really don't look like you."
"There's a difference between human and ghost, how could you possibly look like me?"
"..."
