The eyes of Glass Saint were cold, and she stared at Ye Futian. "You are so confident that I dare won't kill you?"
Ye Futian, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, his body pressing closer a few more inches to the Glass Saint, said, "Suppose you want to enter my harem, do you think I am interested in you?"
The two stared one to the other. The Glass Saint was filled with coldness, which made the surrounding temperature drop a few degrees. The lake under the boat even seemed to start freezing. Many people who were close to the lake couldn't help but shudder. How could it suddenly become this cold?
