"At least it's quite convincing, isn't it? After all, even you were fooled; tricking this group of little disciples is no difficult task."
Ning Feiyan leisurely reclined beneath the table, starting a tea ceremony, as if by magic pulling out a set of teacups, and slow poured thick white sheep's milk tea from the teapot shrouded in mist.
In this bitter cold weather, she seemed to be in good spirits, savoring iced milk tea under the table.
Baili An, with a cold look in his eyes and a resigned expression, quietly stretched out a leg and nudged Hong Zhuang, lowering his voice: "Take your sister back to where she came from."
Hong Zhuang crossed her arms and gave a disdainful snort.
Baili An sighed to himself, wondering where that obedient person, who used to blush in Beiyuan Forest and softly called him brother-in-law, had gone?
Are all enchanting demons like this when they turn their faces?
