C368 Lord Please Spare My Life!

How did this guy end up on my arm?

On Ye Feng's newly regenerated right arm, there was a tattoo of his own head, so vivid it seemed etched into the skin. Odder still, when Ye Feng glanced at the tattoo, the inked portrait's gaze shifted to meet his, even flashing him a smile.

Damn it!

Get out of here!

Ye Feng was livid.

Stealing his likeness was one thing