A ball of light blue purifying fire danced in the little lady's hand, looking translucent and resplendent, but it also contained a fearful amount of energy.
"Self-opinionated and just talking to yourself!" Qiao Mu chastised, "Did I allow you all to leave?"
D*mn it! What kind of fire was that?
Kuangzhan touched his shoulder. The outer layer of his clothing had gotten scorched. Besides that, his body did not get injured at all.
While it made him apprehensive, his mood also slowly relaxed.
Only then did he size up Qiao Mu.
He was astounded when he turned to look at her.
Even though the little lady still looked young, she would definitely be a looker in one or two years, blooming into full maturity.
After comparing her pristine, fair, and exquisite petite face to the fool with heavy makeup in his arms, Kuangzhan felt a heavy sense of distaste.
