"What?"
Ren Changsheng stared at the woman in shock, wanting him? What does that mean? Even Qinglian Jiao's niece, Du Sanniang, was stunned, looking at her aunt. This, this must be fake, right?
In her memory.
Her aunt had always been proud and unmatched, never considering any man in the world, yet today, before Ren Changsheng, she spoke these words? This must be fake!
"Ahem... You misunderstood!"
Qinglian Jiao seemed to realize her words could easily be misunderstood, so she hurriedly explained. At this moment, her pretty face couldn't help but blush, especially when she saw the astonished expressions of Ren Changsheng and Du Sanniang.
Inside her heart, there was something unusual.
As one of the pinnacle warriors of Qingqiu, all the disciples respected her immensely. Outside, she was known as the god of slaughter, and countless Supreme warriors trembled upon hearing her name.
Among the Supreme who have seen her.
Almost all are dead!
