C20 What Kind of a Master Is That!

Qing Luo rolled a few times before hitting the stone table with his head. The two dragons in his arms fell to the ground. Sword Lunatic glanced at them but didn't say anything.

"Woo." Qing Luo covered his head with tears. He looked like he was about to cry. "Master, tell me. How can I not like you? Can't I change?"

"Since when did I dislike you? Also, call me master