The black-clothed man, Huahua, felt that his young master must have taken the wrong medicine!
Usually, if someone had the slightest intention of disobeying him, the punishment would be severe—in the worst case scenario, it would be death. However, the black girl had repeatedly insulted and provoked him that day, but the young master did not kill her, and even allowed her to call him a bloody chicken?! If he had not taken the wrong medicine, then he must have gone mad!
Yun Chujiu listened to Xue Wuji's words and sized him up a few times. "You have a good temper! If only you weren't out for human skulls, then that would be better!"
Shadow agent Huahua was almost angered to tears by Yun Chujiu's words!
'Our young master has a good temper?! Don't you feel guilty saying that?!
'In the Tianyuan continent, who did not know that our young master was famous for being temperamental and reckless?!'
