I Like This Little Fellow Very Much

Leng Qianmo slowly turned around. His every move was extremely beautiful. His gentle and sharp gaze landed on Beiting Huang. At this moment, she became the center of attention again. However, she was leaning against the counter with her arms crossed and one leg crossed leisurely. When she saw everyone looking at her, she quickly stood up and asked with a smile, "Take me away?"

She pointed at herself as if she had heard an incredible joke. "Why should you? Did I cause those two big footprints on your body?"

"If you're not the culprit, who else could it be?" His entire body was in so much pain that it was worse than death, but this was a matter of life and death, so the Tyrant Tiger still forced himself to say, "It's all because you kicked me out that you accidentally… stepped on His Highness the Holy Son."

The last few words were as soft as a mosquito, but everyone in the hall was a cultivator. Who could not hear them clearly?