Xue Fuxiao finally returned hand in hand with Yu Tianqi, dragging Ningxue Sword to discuss the next plan with Dongfang Sansan.
But Ningxue Sword absolutely refused to go.
Shaking his head like a rattle: "No no no... I'm not going, you guys go ahead."
Xue Fuxiao was stunned: "What's up with you? Are you afraid your Ninth Brother will eat you?"
"I wasn't afraid before."
Ningxue Sword replied.
"And now?"
"Now it's not about being afraid."
Ningxue Sword said with a bitter face: "He really could eat me! And tear me apart alive while doing it."
Xue Fuxiao was shocked: "What did you do to him? This has to be your fault! You wretched fool, you must have caused some trouble!"
Xue Fuxiao was certain. Thus, he looked at Ningxue Sword with some hostility: Does this wretched fool need a beating? Has he gotten a bit too full of himself recently?
"I... I... how would I know what I did to him?"
Ningxue Sword's face had already turned into a bitter melon.
