'Really ugly... Really ugly…'
Yun Chujiu was thankful that her hair had all been burned off, or else she would have definitely been so infuriated right then that her hair would probably start burning. 'This pretty boy's mouth is really foul!'
After Di Beiming finished speaking, he quickly went away with An Feng and An Ying. He looked as if he was fleeing after being defeated.
"Supreme Lord, is there something urgent going on in the palace?" An Feng asked curiously.
Di Beiming glared at him fiercely. "Why are you following me? Shouldn't you go back to protect that dark-skinned thing?!"
An Feng hunched his shoulders. "Supreme Lord, you can rest assured that I will protect the ninth young mistress and guarantee that she will not be hurt at all!"
"An Feng, has your brain been functioning right lately? Do you need to go to One Thousand Feet Lake to refresh your mind?" Di Beiming calmed down and glanced at An Feng coldly.
