Gigolo, Get the Hell Out of Here

Yun Chujiu was shocked. "Senior Brother Feng Ming, what happened to you?"

Feng Ming was stunned!

F*ck! The image that he had maintained for so many years was ruined!

Who was the one plotting against him?!

Feng Ming looked around. There were only a few disciples whispering to each other. There was no one suspicious at all.

"Ah, I've been practicing a spell recently. I made a mistake just now! Junior Sister Little Jiu, this is a small snack I brought back from the outside. Take it back and eat it!" Feng Ming jumped up and pretended to be calm. He handed a few paper bags to Yun Chujiu.

When Yun Chujiu heard that there was food, she immediately beamed with joy. "Thank you, Senior Brother Feng Ming!"

"Well, then I'll leave first. I'll come and see you another day!" Feng Ming always felt that his scalp was a little hairy. He had a feeling that he was being targeted by an Almighty. After saying that, he left in a hurry.