"I was wrong. You're my master."
"That's more like it."
Satisfied with her tact, Ming Fucheng let go of her neck and patted her face.
"Let's go. I'll take you to see those companions who once risked their lives with you but are so lowly that they can't eat their fill or dress warmly. Haha."
With that, he smiled and walked forward.
He thought about Qian Jiyun, who had come from a low-level plane but was still arrogant in front of him. He also thought about how he had taken Qian Jiyun's subordinate under him and could trample on her as he pleased.
He was eager to see Qian Jiyun grit his teeth in hatred.
He would feel fantastic after seeing that scene, right?
…
An Jiuyue placed a few dishes on the table in the tent. She looked at Qian Jiyun and was speechless when she saw a thick-skinned man approaching again.
"Why did you become sworn brothers with such a thick-skinned person like him?" she asked faintly.
