"Although I'm young and have just broken through to the Nascent Soul stage, you, a broken Golden Core, have the nerve to fight me?"
Chen He walked towards the two people with a ruthless pace, admiring the scene of them spitting tomato juice.
Forget about the ugly man in front, Shen Rongrong in the back is worthy of being the heroine. Even with her mouth full of red, she is still charming.
"Look at what you've done to Chen Rongrong. She's useless now. How many pills will it take to heal her after such a blow? If we want to practice dual cultivation again, it will take quite a while. What a pity!"
Chen He finished the last piece of dessert and threw the plate into the storage ring.
We are good babies and cannot litter.
"Puff! Chen He, how dare you hurt me!"
Alchemist Yaoyang pointed at Chen He and questioned angrily.
Chen He took the cold iron whip and slapped it hard on the back of Master Yaoyang's hand.
A bloodstain appeared instantly, but then a chill spread out.
Although not all alchemists have fire spiritual roots, Alchemist Yaoyang happens to be one of them, and he is most afraid of cold air entering his body.
"Be more polite when speaking to this fairy. I'm not your mother, and I won't tolerate your bad habits!"
Chen He was disgusted by the dirty eyes and waved the cold iron whip again, trying to open Master Yaoyang's eyes.
But this time, Master Yaoyang reacted quickly and hid aside, then hurriedly took out the pill and ate it.
If the cold air enters his body, he will not be able to refine pills, and he will lose his position as the master of Danfeng.
Must be suppressed.
Chen He curled her lips. She didn't care whether Master Yaoyang was dead or not.
It’s not a bad idea to let him stay and cause trouble for the Qingyu Sect, so let him go for now.
"Chen He, what do you want to do?"
Shen Rongrong covered her chest and asked in a trembling voice, with obvious fear in her eyes.
Shen He poked Shen Rongrong's lower abdomen with his cold iron whip and asked sweetly, "Guess?"
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