These two nutty fellows still knew their limits when exchanging blows. Otherwise, Huifeng and them would have long gotten toppled.
Huifeng gave a humph before cupping his hands and rapidly retreating with the others.
"Hubby, cultivate." Qiao Mu looked seriously at this man who had dug her out from the cultivation ground bright and early in the morning.
So annoying! He kept hindering her cultivation, yet she couldn't hit him. Biting him also hurt her teeth and was uncomfortable!
Mo Lian twitched his mouth imperceptibly. He then ordered someone to ladle a bowl of porridge and mixed it with a spoon. Afterwards, he coaxed her with a smile, "If you wait a bit, the mystic energy inside will be even more dense when you go cultivate in the afternoon."
"Qiaoqiao, Qiaoqiao."
