Hearing the Sword God's uncouth words, Feng Qing seemed to be in an even worse mood. She wished she could kick him a few more times, but that would seem too strange. However, if she didn't have to kick him, she would feel stifled again. "Sword God, don't talk nonsense. The Netherworld is different from us. He's into men." Feng Qing's voice seemed to be mixed with anger.
The moment that was said, the atmosphere in the car changed again. The Night God could not help but lean back while holding the computer. He suddenly felt lucky that he was in the back row. The Sword God was stunned and his body subconsciously leaned forward.
Netherworld: "???"
Hearing Feng Qing say this, the man's entire body exuded a vicious aura. A bone-chilling coldness drilled into everyone's bones. He had already decided that when the poison was cured, he would pull Feng Qing to the hotel immediately. He had to teach her a lesson she would never forget.
