However, she, Yi Qingchen, had more 'important' things to do and had no time to accompany them here to grind their teeth. She looked away coolly and said in a voice as cold as death: "A good dog doesn't block the road! Give them all a try.
Get out of here!" The expressions of those women changed, and one of them shouted: "Bad girl, you called us dogs?! We are so impatient!" Yi Qingchen raised her eyebrows in a funny way: "
When did I call you dogs?" "You clearly said that just now, and that's what you meant!" The woman thought that Yi Qingchen was afraid of them, so she continued to yell angrily. Yi Qingchen stretched out his finger and shook it:
"Okay! It's up to you. You can do whatever you like. You don't have to ask me for my opinion. However, the dogs are afraid that you will blaspheme them, and they may not agree with it." "You! You!" The woman was so angry that she almost vomited blood.
Then, a green finger pointed directly at the tip of Yi Qingchen's nose: "Stinky girl, you are too arrogant! Do you know who we are?" "No, you don't even know who you are?" Yi Qingchen is so pitiful.
He looked at her. "We are the famous Five Butterfly Immortals in the world!" The woman was going crazy. If it wasn't for Feng Yiying's sake, she almost wanted to take off Yi Qingchen's head and use it as a ball.
Kick. The other women all looked at her with expressions like "You should know by now," which made Yi Qingchen really embarrassed. She plucked her ears and reluctantly nodded: "Oh, so it is.
Five Butterfly Immortals... That's strange. Since you know who you are, why do you ask me? You don't have a fever, right?" "You... you..." The woman almost foamed at the mouth in anger. With a wave of her hand,
A gleaming Emei thorn flashed out: "I'm going to kill you, a sharp-tongued girl!" She was so angry that she lost her mind. No longer caring about Mr. Feng's face, she stabbed Yi Qingchen! Unexpectedly, she
Before the Emei thorn was pierced, a thick fog suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, and six white-clothed ghost figures appeared in the thick fog... They were six female ghosts, with long hair scattered on their faces.
A pale little face, with two strange blood streaks running down from the corners of the eyes, a red tongue sticking out of his mouth, a pale white robe, and ten nails shining with a green light.
He rushed toward them in such a fluttering manner...