"Zhang Jianren, what do you want to do?"
As Zhang Jianren's words came from behind, Situ Ruoshui's smile stiffened on her face, and she subconsciously turned around, positioning herself in front of Ye Fan, glaring at Zhang Jianren with fury.
"Situ Ruoshui, you should let your country bumpkin friend take a piss and use it as a mirror to see what he really is! Look at him, what part of him is worthy of you?"
Zhang Jianren completely ignored the anger on Situ Ruoshui's face, instead he stared at Ye Fan with a cold smirk, venomously saying, "If you ask me, he doesn't even qualify to lick Brother Wen's shoes!"
"You..."
Seeing Zhang Jianren insult the War God she admired so much, Situ Ruoshui's petite face turned pale, and she instinctively wanted to confront Zhang Jianren.
"Ruoshui, stand back."
Just—
Before she could put her thoughts into action, a voice rang in her ear.
The voice was not loud, yet unquestionable!
