A deep voice sounded.
Shi Wu raised his head obediently, but there was no one in front of him.
"Grandmaster, this is spring tea. Is it to your liking?"
As she spoke, her eyes were scanning the surroundings.
There was no one.
The master has powerful magic and invisibility skills, so ordinary people can't detect where he is.
Only those above the Spirit Transformation Stage can slightly perceive it.
And Shi Wu is now just a nobody in the Qi Refining Stage.
The only spell she knew was how to make fire.
And the flame is very small.
But it is very suitable for making tea.
"You learned fire magic." The man's low voice came again.
At this moment, Shi Wu felt a pair of cold fingers gently resting on her wrist.
"Yes, Grandmaster."
"It's just that my skills are not very good, and I don't know many spells yet."
"Heh." Ming sneered, "It can only make a small flame. What kind of magic is that?"
The next second, Ming's body became clearer and clearer.
The man in front of me has eyebrows like swords and eyes as deep as ancient wells. When he looks at people, it is like the abyss of ice, making people dare not look directly at him.
The lips under his high nose bridge were thin and pale, and when he pursed his lips, he looked cold and unapproachable.
When Ming raised his hand to put the teacup back on the tray, Shi Wu noticed his pale and slender knuckles, which were so beautiful that she forgot the taunting Ming had just made at her.
"What are you looking at?" Ming asked.
"Grandmaster... your hands are so beautiful."
Shi Wu explained the truth, then pursed her lips and looked at the man in front of her somewhat at a loss.
Ming raised his palms and snorted coldly: "My hands look even better when stained with blood after killing someone."
"Do you want to see it?"
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