What does Fu Jie hate the most?
'Master, what are you trying to do?'
"Damn it!" Since Fu Jie was already kicked forward, he had been forced to join the fight against the demon.
Mo Shaoqing laughed as he saw Fu Jie, "white-mask, you're really asking for death now!"
"I'm not!" Fu Jie swung the sword at the demon.
The demon stopped the sword with his arm and punched Fu Jie on the face, making the man fall back.
Fu Jie groaned as he felt the numbing pain, "You piece of sh*t! Why hit the face?!"
The mask on his face cracked a little because of the hit, but Fu Jie didn't care about that. He cared more about his face that would surely be bruised after that hit.
A bruise on the face definitely doesn't look good!
It wasn't like he was planning on taking off the mask and showing his face to anyone but the thought of him showing a bruised face still annoyed him.
Fu Jie looked down at the sword clutched in his hand.