Lee Young wasn't able to move. His entire body was petrified as if time had stopped flowing for him. Gun Nam smiled smugly seeing the pureblood had lost his action.
"He is the deformed pureblood," he answered, "He often get in my nerves, trying to act better than me."
"That is you inferiority complex, Gun Nam. I think he looked perfectly fine, however. Where is he deformed?" The woman questioned as she slid her hand from her crossed arm.
"It's not his appearance that had gotten him the title of he deformed. It is rather his blood. He is born from a thick blood line where his own mother slept with his brother and it resulted to him."
"Amusing," the woman chimed as she reached out her hands. "Maybe I can use him. After all, there is some needs of purebloods for my ritual."
The woman continue to jerk her hand forward to touch Lee Young's chin.
