Chapter 167: Little Momo, Think about How You Want to Die

Duan Feihan had just stepped out of the bathroom when he received a call from Bai Chuwei. He paused for a moment, drying his hair with a towel as he listened to the girl's distinctive voice.

Duan Feihan: ...

She was the one who loved to call him "Hanhan," no matter how much he tried to correct her, it was futile. Today, she used his full name.

With the white towel draped over his shoulders, Duan Feihan's magnetic voice carried a slight chuckle, "You don't like me watching that woman's live stream?"

Bai Chuwei was blunt, "Keep watching, and I'll gouge out your eyes."

How could a proper Spiritual Qi Repository be contaminated by the demonic qi seeping out of those Demonic Arrays?

It was just like in "Journey to the West", where all the fairies wanted to steam and cook Tang Seng's flesh—none of the demons preferred smoked!