Bo yelled.

Ziying, who was flashing away, stopped, and the next moment Yelv Xunru pounced on him, sat on his trailing purple skirt, and grabbed his ankle-length hair.

His hair was too slippery, and Yelu Xun couldn't catch it, so he simply hung his whole body on it, and said with a smile: "Ah, Ziwei, long time no see, your hair is so long." He touched his dry hair again , very dissatisfied and said, "How can it be better than my hair." Stretching out his hand, he added a pair of scissors like a magic trick, grabbed his hair, and said with a smile, "Where can I cut it?"

"don't want!"