Qiu Xiaoye's brows were tightly knitted as she looked at Fangzheng in a different light. She had first found the monk handsome, and his clean look had given her a feeling akin to the summer meeting the winter. It felt awesome! But now, she felt that he was only draped in a nice piece of skin. Inwardly, he was an jerk that stank! She viewed him in contempt.
Fan Qing shared the same thoughts as Qiu Xiaoye. He felt that he had judged Fangzheng wrongly. What a disappointment!
Jiang Zhou did not have much of a view. All he did was wait in silence, his heart filling with some anticipation…
However, Fangzheng said with a smile, "It's good if it's worth money, but here, it can only be used as firewood. Jingxin, chop it up."
"Hai!" Jingxin answered as the saber in his hand cleaved down. With a crack, the chair split into two!
"Stop!" This time, Jiang Zhou was the first to shout.
