Wretchedly Pathetic

The sword in Feng Jiu's hand flipped and she held it behind her. She stood right before Su Ruo Yun and looked at that ashen faced woman whose entire body was shivering as she asked in a lazy tone: "Haven't you been just too shameless? I think it might be better for you if you don't wear anything. Isn't it?"

Seeing that scene before them, the usually nonchalant one who was a little playful among the eight Feng Guards gulped heavily subconsciously and with his eyes alight, he said in praise: "Woohoo! This move by the Young Miss is executed just so beautifully. What a benefit for everyone! Heh heh. Those shapely curves on that body looks much better than most and the skin is rather fair as well. Merely killing her off would have been such a waste."

Hearing that, Feng Jiu could not help but laugh and glanced at that man to say: "You like it? Why don't I gift her to you?"