Song qingxiao went straight to the point and asked the question in her heart.
Number four was a very particular person!
In fact, he also felt that the power of these Saints was as unreal as the rumored watered-down meat. He always felt that the monk's words on the train were bragging.
In fact, he also wanted to find out the reason. When the swordsman came over, he was also thinking about how to ask.
He just didn't expect song qingxiao to be the first to speak, and so direct. She didn't even have any emotions to build up and went straight to the heart of the problem.
“..”He turned to look at song qingxiao, but she didn't even look at him from the corner of her eyes. Her expression was normal, making it seem like he was making a fuss.
She turned to look at the swordsman, but he was also calm. He was not angry because of her question, but he looked like he had accepted his fate after his cover was exposed.
