Chapter Eight Hundred Seventy
Long Xiaoshan practiced a set of boxing in the garden.
The women got up one after another.
Seeing Long Xiaoshan practicing boxing in the garden, Shangguan Baihe sneered, "Yo, Master Long, you're up early boxing, you must have rested very well last night with such exuberant energy."
Long Xiaoshan glared at her but didn't bother with this Great Demon Fairy.
The corners of the women's mouths all bore faintly discernible smiles.
That's what this lad gets for being such a philanderer. They had no idea, until they met, that there were so many top-notch beauties around Long Xiaoshan.
They were all women of immense pride.
Although Long Xiaoshan was outstanding, causing them to entrust all their feelings to him,
it was impossible not to feel a twinge of jealousy.
They simply joined hands and deliberately gave Long Xiaoshan the cold shoulder.
