Seeing the other party knocking non-stop, Zhou Qing, with his hair disheveled, didn't even have time to wipe the crust from his eyes, wearing boxer shorts and scratching his butt, went out.
"Third Senior Brother, my chickens haven't even crowed yet, and you're here so early..."
As soon as Zhou Qing said this, he froze.
In front of him, nearly punching him in the nose, Yan Xiaohu was full of excitement, his small eyes shining. Not only that, he was wearing a brand new outfit that he usually felt reluctant to wear.
His round face was smeared shiny and was emitting a fragrance.
Of course, this was not the main point.
The main point was that in the courtyard, almost all the core disciples had gathered, including several Peak Masters, his Master Mo Xingjian, and Sect Leader Cao Zhengyang.
For a moment, both sides stared at each other.
The next moment, many of the senior sisters immediately covered their mouths and laughed.
