Women were either afraid of his murderous aura or treated him like a god. He couldn't interact with anyone as An Jiuyue and Qian Jiyun did.
"Jiyun, where did Ming Fucheng chase you until?" he asked as he sat next to Qian Jiyun
"Take a guess," Qian Jiyun replied.
Zhan Beiye rolled his eyes.
How could he have guessed? He did not want to overestimate Ming Fucheng's intelligence at all. If no one had reminded him, he would probably still be chasing after them.
"Forget it, forget it. I won't ask."
He was not interested in knowing the extent of Ming Fucheng's stupidity. In any case, that guy would definitely suffer now.
"What's going on with you? Why do I smell blood all over you?" he asked Qian Jiyun.
Although Qian Jiyun was clean now, he could still smell the thick stench of blood. What demonic beast did he fight?
"Where did you go?"
"Beiyuan Lake," Qian Jiyun replied.
