Zhao Ling's words were very soft and slow, and there was always a slight smile on her lips, but the words that came out of her mouth were like sharp knives, stabbing hard at Wanyanlu's heart. He was instantly furious.
"That's so bold of you, who are you calling names?" Wanyan Lu had always been narrow-minded, self-respecting, and had never been so humiliated by anyone. He glared at Zhao Ling, his eyes were terrifyingly distorted, and in a fit of rage, he suddenly stood up and rushed towards Zhao Ling.
However, before he could make a move, he was slanted out by a fierce palm wind.
"Boom!"
With a loud noise, Wanyan Lu fell heavily into the chair on the side. Before he could regain his senses, he heard a cold and chilling voice coming from the door.
"Wanyan Lu, this king sees that you not only want to be trash, but also want to be dead!"
