"Hurry up, I don't have time to mess around with you." Xishan Gui heard the noisy footsteps behind him and seemed to sense that their people had arrived.
Guo Yuyun shouted, "Don't hand over the ring to him."
The sword in Xishan Gui's hand flashed across her neck as he yelled, "Looking for death, are ya? Seems like I should start by giving you a scar."
Ye Chen became anxious and blurted out, "Heh, heh, heh, the deal's with me, but what's the meaning of scarring my wife's face? That would make me suffer, right? You want me to feel like I've seen a ghost tonight? Then you might as well kill her—I don't want to see a scarred monster every night."
Xishan Gui heard this and let out a cold laugh before saying, "Fine, fair enough, hurry up and give me the ring. I'm not playing with you anymore."
Wan Danrong shouted, "Monkey, do you realize the responsibility here? You can't handle it; don't hand over the ring to them."
Ye Chen didn't care about that at all.
