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Liu Wentian's face revealed a playful smile, and he laughed heartily, "No wonder you have such a sullen temper, just like a tigress. Turns out you really are a 'Purple Tiger'! The Purple Tiger is known for its brutality, and with a haughty nature, plus you being an Ancient Martial Artist, this actually makes sense!"
"What 'Purple Tiger'? Stop talking nonsense, you—"
Xiang Huowu's words cut off halfway as her eyes widened like saucers, her face flushing red as if blood would seep out any moment, disbelieving, she said, "You, you, you, how did you figure it out?"
Then, with a face full of murderous intent, she screamed, "Did you peek at me? You bastard! I'm going to kill you!"
Without waiting for Liu Wentian to reply, she suddenly leaped up—a pair of strong, shapely legs kicking towards his head. This kick was clearly fueled by rage; she held nothing back!
