"Speak!" Wanyan Yi switched hands and slapped her again.
"Marry you! You're the best brother! The best of the best brothers!"
"Hahaha! Of course! I am the best! What does Feng Cang amount to? He's just a pretty boy who relies on his looks! I'm much stronger than him!"
Wanyan Yi's words reached Feng Cang's ears, and his expression immediately became much uglier. What did he mean by a pretty boy who relies on his looks? Were there such pretty boys?
Noticing Feng Cang's displeasure, Murong Qiqi quietly said, "Brother, you are the best, don't bother with this breeding pig!"
The words "breeding pig" were carried by the wind into the ears of the officials. They connected the scene before them with pigs mating in the pigsty, and upon thinking further, they indeed found some resemblance, and some bold ones even laughed out loud.
On this side, Wanyan Yi was completely immersed in the world of two, which was simply wonderful!
