Huangfu Ziyu's arm was starting to become paralyzed at this moment. Hearing these words, she immediately retorted angrily, "This was given to us by my Master, how can you call it stolen? You're the one who's stealing!"
"Your Master?" The man's expression changed again, and he asked gravely, "Who is your Master?"
"Southern Fist King Shen Tianjun!" Huangfu Ziyu replied proudly.
"恩...恩人?" The man's eyes suddenly widened.
Huangfu Ziyu and Ye Qing were taken aback. How could this man call Shen Tianjun his benefactor?
Just as they were perplexed, the fox and Zi Ying lunged forward simultaneously. The fox scratched Ye Qing's neck again, while Zi Ying bit directly into Ye Qing's shoulder and pulled hard.
Ye Qing, in pain, didn't bother grabbing the fox but directly reached out to grab Zi Ying. Unexpectedly, as soon as he touched Zi Ying, its tail immediately shot up, revealing a spike-like thing that pierced Ye Qing's hand, causing him nearly to let go.
