"Who are you?" Zhou Shu asked grimly.
"Didn't you just call my name?" 'Ji Lutian' said indifferently. "You should have seen my portrait. Could you be my descendant?"
Who is your descendant? Damn it! Zhou Shu cursed in his heart. He was now certain that the Ji Lutian in front of him was not the same person as the Ji Lutian he knew.
But it seemed that he hadn't used a divine ability to transform into Ji Lutian. He himself felt that he was Ji Lutian.
"I have no relation with you, and I have never seen a portrait of you." Zhou Shu stared at Ji Lutian. "But I've seen another Ji Lutian."
"You've seen another Ji Lutian?" Ji Lutian frowned. "Which bastard dares to pretend to be me? Can he be as wise and mighty as me?"
He rolled up his sleeves angrily. "Where is that bastard? I'll beat him up until his parents don't recognize him!"
This Ji Lutian's personality was too different from the Ji Lutian Zhou Shu knew.