Li Jiancheng wasn't the kind of person to forget himself. His words seemed to be benevolent, but he was actually using his aura to oppress Huang'er and psychologically dissolve her fighting spirit.
Huang'er's handsome face remained impassive.
He flicked a cold glance at Li Jiancheng.
"Are the people of the Shura Retreat just a bunch of talkers after all?" Huang'er's tone was remote. "If you want to show off your eloquence, I have to remind you that you're a failure."
Li Jiancheng's expression froze. He'd considered himself a gentleman already, but the pretty girl didn't seem to take his words to heart.
Could it be that he'd thrown his coquettish gaze at a blind person again?
Li Jiancheng was so depressed that he was on the verge of going berserk. The most depressing thing in the world was that you put your life on the line in front of a beautiful woman, but she treated you like an idiot.
He finally felt the urge to kill.
