Still cultivating, my foot.
The devil would cultivate with him.
Gu Qiaoqiao gritted her teeth, she would remember today's hatred.
Ning Wanru was her enemy and had not yet received her final punishment when this man whisked her away.
Thus, this man was also her enemy.
Gu Qiaoqiao didn't know if such a person had appeared in her previous life.
But the man before her was standing together with Ning Wanru.
Moreover, such a person poses an extreme danger.
At this moment, Gu Qiaoqiao only hated herself for being so ignorant.
With ten heaven-defying fingers that could carve and shoot, but were good for nothing else.
The abilities she once took pride in were utterly useless before this man.
Gu Qiaoqiao took a deep breath and slowly calmed down.
She extended her hand, "Give me the Buddha Beads, my husband gave them to me."
The word "husband" deeply stung Dongfang Yu.
For some unknown reason, he felt oddly uncomfortable.
