"Scram! Whoever loves the broken mask can wear it; I sure as hell won't!"
"Yay! Long live happiness! Senior Wei Feng, you've never let loose in your life, have you? In fact, you don't even know that the real you is the one at the entrance to the Ran Ming ruins. Why not try on a mask for fun?"
"Get lost, I'd rather die than wear your damn mask!"
"Oh~ Old Gou..."
"Sorry, make way, please."
"Yay~ Little brat..."
"Have you offended someone?" Bazhun'an pressed his four fingers against the spinning head in front of him.
Dao Qiongcang paused for a moment, his head emerging from the headgear before spinning elegantly to his feet, spreading his arms wide and smiling welcomingly, "No way~ why would you say that~"
With a smack, Bazhun'an tossed the flimsy headgear onto his face, "Nothing, it's just that a phrase suddenly came to mind."
"Which phrase?"
"One does not slap a smiling face."