"I angered him till he vomited blood? Do you think that he is Zhou Yu, and I am Zhuge Liang? He vomited blood because of me? If I could make him vomit blood by angering him, I would've thought of a way to piss him to death!" Yun Chujiu rolled her eyes.
An Feng might not understand who Zhou Yu and Zhuge Liang were, but he could still understand death. His expression was a little unhappy, but it made sense. No matter who was publicly cursed at their master's death, they would not be happy.
Yun Chujiu coughed dryly, "About that, I was just joking. Your master can live for at least ten thousand years!"
Hmph! That's right, that gigolo was a tortoise that could live for 10,000 years!
An Feng then continued, "Miss Jiu, our Lord was injured by someone. An Yin had fed him a pill just now, but he's still unconscious."
"Injured by someone? Who is so brav— Um… Who is so bold to hit him?" Yun Chujiu stuck out her tongue. Damn, she almost spoke her mind again!
