Qin Feng and Lin Xia turned around to see a young man with rosy lips, white teeth, delicate brows, and big eyes staring angrily at them.
He was tall and slender, dressed in a white tracksuit, with his hair tied in a bun at the back. If you don't look closely, you'd think he was a girl.
Lin Xia couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, thinking, "Oh my, this guy is even prettier than me!"
Qin Feng was also taken aback for a moment and clasped his fists, saying, "Brother, we only borrowed some cow's tears without harming it. Why make such a fuss?"
He coldly replied, "Harm it? You even put chili powder in its eyes and say you didn't harm it?"
Lin Xia couldn't help but retort angrily, "Hey, are you even a man? Is it worth chattering with us over such a trivial matter?"
The young man got angry and said, "You actually said I'm a girl? I, Yan Danfeng, hate being called a girl more than anything else in my life! What sect are you from? I want to duel with you!"
"Yan Danfeng!"
