I just broke up with my boyfriend and then I transmigrated into the world of "The Lost Tomb&quo

"I'm not going to talk about this with you. Where's Hei Xiazi?" Ling Xiao looked around but couldn't find Hei Xiazi.

The fat man also turned around to look, but found no trace of Black Bear, nor even the young man.

"Those two must have gone somewhere together. Damn it, they didn't even take Fatty with them!" Fatty cursed under his breath.

Just as they were talking, Sang Yi, who was still pretending to be a quail, walked over and asked Ling Xiao with a warm and cheerful attitude, "Hello, you must be Ling Xiao. You really do look like me. Wu Xie mistook me for you before."

The sound was quite crisp and loud, instantly drowning out all the other noises in the camp and clearly reaching everyone's ears.

The air seemed to freeze completely at that moment; it was truly baffling whether Sang Yi even knew what embarrassment was.

The faint, playful smile on Ling Xiao's lips vanished completely. He lowered his head slightly, looking down at the boy who resembled him. In those deep eyes, there was no surprise at being recognized, nor curiosity about being mentioned as similar, only a cold, piercing scrutiny. The already oppressive aura emanating from him suddenly became even more tangibly chilling, even the sand around him seemed to shrink back.

The fat man gasped, his eyes widening. He looked at Sang Yi, then at Ling Xiao, his mouth moving silently a few times without uttering a sound. He knew from any angle that Ling Xiao's temper was off. He couldn't help but feel sorry for Sang Yi: Ling Zi never liked people who looked like him. In the past, anyone who resembled him was considered inhuman. But now, this one was alive and well. He should just accept it. Who told him to provoke this living ancestor... He regretted not bringing more sunflower seeds.

A slight glint flashed in Jieyuhua's eyes behind her gold-rimmed glasses, and a faint, fleeting smile seemed to appear at the corners of her lips.

He remained standing there, elegant in his posture, but more like a detached spectator ready to enjoy the show. He even slightly raised his hand and gently touched the frame of his glasses with his fingertips. This subtle movement stopped A Ning from her subconscious urge to intervene—it was Ling Xiao's "family matter" time.

Sang Yi seemed a little uneasy under Ling Xiao's icy gaze. His forced "cheerful" smile froze for a moment, but he quickly straightened up.

Ling Xiao finally spoke. His voice wasn't loud, and there was a hint of disdain in his tone as he said, "Who taught you to talk like that?"

He leaned down slightly, and that face, so similar to Sang Yi's but with the cold, hard edges honed by time, drew closer to him.

"Didn't your mother teach you to be mindful of your words when talking to people you don't know well, especially someone like me?"

He emphasized the word "I" heavily, conveying a sense of ownership and unquestionable authority.

Sang Yi's smile vanished completely. A malicious glint slowly appeared in her eyes as she said, "Ling Xiao, how about we talk?"

Ling Xiao didn't reply, but walked straight to the side and waited for him in an open space.

His purpose in coming here was to see what kind of trouble this Sang Yi was going to cause, so naturally he wanted to have an easy conversation with her.

"Ling Xiao, you had a miserable childhood, didn't you? Do you want to meet your biological mother? She sold you for just five thousand yuan back then." Looking at Sang Yi again, you could see that Sang Yi looked exactly like the threatening expression of a villainous male supporting character in a TV series.