Qin Yi suddenly turned around and shouted: "Master Taoist, I think there is something wrong with your IQ... It's not like the no-fly zone has no boundaries. If you had gone around from the outside earlier, wouldn't you have been in front of me?"

He Ming was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and was not angry.

He was injured and tired, so of course he was chasing people subconsciously. Why would he think so much? No one else would think so much on the spot. Qin Yi was taking advantage of it afterwards and acted like a good boy, deliberately irritating people.

In Wuxiang's state of mind, no matter how many villainous things he has done in Qin Yi's eyes, his desires are different, and his self-cultivation is by no means comparable to that of a small character. Qin Yi wants to anger him, but he is afraid that it will be difficult to achieve it.

In fact, he somewhat admired Qin Yi... This kind of whimsical idea of ​​crossing the river and stepping on the knife cluster without changing his expression should be regarded as wise and courageous. If Qin Yi were his junior, he would definitely do it

Show off your flowers...

However, this was the enemy. He Ming sighed, looked at the swords in front of him quietly, and pondered silently.

On the other hand, Xiyue laughed loudly, hitting Qin Yi on the shoulder and said: "You are really..."

Qin Yi groaned and half-knelt on the ground.

Xiyue knew that he had been straining his body and was about to speak, but Qin Yi had already said in advance: "It's nothing...the foot hurts. I'll apply some medicine first..."

As he said this, he took out a bottle of plaster and started applying the medicine.
Chapter completed!