My Lord! Stop Hitting Me Already!

"Oww!"

Caught off guard, the blue robed man was hit right in his eye with the sudden punch thrown by Feng Jiu, quickly retreating backwards as he covered his eye with a hand.

"Young Miss, why would you hit me?"

Feng Jiu smiled evilly at him: "Don't you all deal with things with your fists? Since you delivered yourself right up to me, and I just happen to feel an itch on my hands, I thought I would use you to scratch my fists a little." Immediately after her voice fell, the figure of Feng Jiu flashed in place and suddenly hurtled forward.

Seeing that, the blue robed man put down his hand from his eye and said: "Since that's the case, then Young Miss must not blame me for being discourteous!" This time, he did not dodge, but had instead charged forward, throwing his fist viciously out straight at Feng Jiu.