"What is it?" The young man who had suggested the beating also turned around, and looked towards Ling Han. He was dressed in purple robes, his expression filled with pride.
"You guys said you wanted to beat me up?" Ling Han asked smilingly.
In the past few days, he had been hunted down by Feng Miaoling and Wenren Liangping, one after another. Although he had come out of it unscathed, how could he not feel angry?
"Yi, you actually heard it?" The young man in purple was a little surprised. He deliberately lowered his voice, but it didn't matter. So what if he heard it?
"So what?" he asked, a hint of disdain in his expression.
Ling Han spread his hands and said, "Just in time. My mood hasn't been too good these past few days, so I can give you a beating to soothe my emotions."
"Ha, hahaha!" The young man in purple laughed loudly. This was really too hilarious.
"What an ignorant guy!" He withdrew his smile, his tone cold.
