"Then won't we encounter Yun Hao as soon as we leave the mountain gate?" the Bearded Man, lacking in cultivation, was struggling to keep up with Zhang Shuying, panting heavily.
Zhang Shuying noticed I was having trouble keeping pace and, with a long arm, scooped me up by the waist and lifted me off the ground, "If you're scared, just hide at home."
"Zhang Shuying, let go of me, put me down," I protested fiercely, suddenly pressed against a strange man's chest, so enraged that I began to flail and scratch.
Zhang Shuying's face and neck were covered in red scratch marks, but rather than letting go, he gripped my waist even tighter, "Not letting go, what can you do about it? Like a little wildcat showing your claws, are you going to scratch me to death? Hahaha..."
"I know I'm just a joke in your eyes, I can't beat you in a fight, nor out-curse you," I glared at Zhang Shuying, feeling like I was about to cry in frustration.
