When the four of them returned to the Fox Immortal Palace together, She Ying was teasing Ye Qingyang.
"Brother Ye." After She Ying approached Ye Qingyang gracefully, she breathed at Ye Qingyang and smiled charmingly. "Your crow is quite cute and looks quite clean. Do you shower it? What shower gel do you use?"
Ye Qingyang was a ghostly cultivator, so everyone kept a distance from him. In all his life, no woman dared to approach him except Yu Huang.
Not to mention a flirtatious and dangerous woman like She Ying.
Ye Qingyang could kill the enemy without blinking, but he couldn't withstand a woman like She Ying. Ye Qingyang was at a loss and his entire body stiffened as he leaned against the stone pillar outside the palace. The crow on his shoulder didn't dare to move either.
She Ying was even more amused when she saw that Ye Qingyang and the little crow didn't even dare to move.
