"Who said I was going to start a war with the Qi Family? It's just this old ghost always coughing up blood in front of me. I get a little dizzy at the sight of blood, so I simply helped him out a bit..."
Young Master Xu shook his folding fan, speaking nonchalantly.
Dizzy at the sight of blood?
The people of the Qi Family almost spat blood themselves. Dizzy at the sight of blood, yet your fan is covered in it!
Even if you wanted to help the Night Emperor, there's no need for such an excuse!
Would a three-year-old believe it?
Qin Hao was grateful, knowing that Young Master Xu was helping him.
In an instant, without hesitation, he moved, rushing towards the door.
"Trying to escape, not that easy!"
Qi Di Hai sneered, extending his hand to stop him.
Swish!
A fan flew over, as sharp as a Blood Dropper.
Qi Di Hai instinctively withdrew his hand, avoiding the fan's attack.
However, this allowed Qin Hao to charge through and head toward the door.
"Damn it!"
