Han Xiaowu stood calmly as the wind gushed forth. Quite a moment later, he dug into his ears and asked humbly. "Excuse me, can mistress please repeat once again? This subordinate feared that there's something wrong with my hearing."
Qing'er titled her head in confusion and glanced at Yu Jian.
The man somehow could understand his subordinate's reaction, thus he said patiently. "You didn't hear wrong. She is indeed the calamity dragon."
Han Xiaowu blanked for a moment and laughed dryly. "Master, have mercy ah! Please don't play such a heavy jokes on this subordinate. What if the calamity dragon really appear—ah—AH!"
Qing'er was originally someone who disliked repeating what she said. Thus, she decided to prove her identity by action. She swung the oversized sleeves back and show her white, tender arm. And in front of their eyes, that snowy fragile arm suddenly extended!
