Xiao Ba's smile became much fainter.
She moved her wrist and slightly smiled. "What a coincidence. I don't wish to give you another slap today, Eighth Deity. The skin on your face is too rough. What happens if it scratches my hand?"
"You!"
Not a single person could hold it in when they heard this, especially Shu Jing, who had a grudge against Xiao Ba. However, she cared more about something else now.
She looked at the reeds again. That figure had disappeared without a trace.
Xiao Ba saw her appearance, and she was not in a good mood. "Eighth Deity, why are you staring at my Brother Yan Qing?"
This gaze… is really unsettling.
Shu Jing's gaze turned cold, and she was about to take action!
Swoosh!
A longsword suddenly flew out from the depths of the reeds and went straight to Shu Jing!
