Dou Shiliu was incredibly arrogant; he actually threw a sword at her? Who gave him the courage?

They've got some serious guts!

Lin Zhejiang's face was slapped to the side, leaving a red handprint on his face. His fine hair obscured his complexion, making it impossible to tell what state he was in.

"...Heh...hehe..."

Lin Zhejiang lowered his eyes and let out a chilling laugh.

Ling Dou Shiliu was quite annoyed. Was this person forcing her to take action? She hadn't killed anyone in the past few days!

Tao Yaoyan snapped out of her daze, pulled Dou Shiliu back, and looked at her fair and slender hands with heartache: "Xiao Cao, does your hand hurt?"

White Group: "…………" The main god is so biased.

Meeting Tao Yaoyan's pained gaze instantly extinguished the anger in Dou Shiliu's heart.

"It doesn't hurt."

After carefully examining Dou Shiliu's hands, Tao Yaoyan found them to be as fair and tender as before, without a single red mark. Only then did she feel relieved and instructed her, "Don't do this next time. Hold something in front of you before hitting me. Your hands are incredibly delicate; you need to protect them."

Dou Shiliu nodded.

Bai Tuan was inexplicably fed dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection).

"Kill me."

Lin Zhejiang said calmly, "Since he can't kill Lin Xi, he should apologize to Die Ling as soon as possible."

Tao Yaoyan glanced at him coldly, "No rush, you'll die soon."

He is an immortal, so killing monsters is fine, but killing mortals will be punished by heaven.

Dou Shiliu understood this principle well.

However, Tao Yaoyan would not let Lin Zhejiang off the hook, daring to harm his little grass right under his nose.

Even if it incurs divine retribution, he will still kill Lin Zhejiang.