"Fairy Qinglan, did I hear wrong? How could Fairy Qingyun invite this guy?" A Heavenly Monarch couldn't hold back and pointed at Qin Hao, asking.
His face was filled with strong dissatisfaction and deep jealousy.
Yes, jealousy indeed.
Being invited by the goddess in his heart, but the invitee wasn't him, naturally, he was very jealous.
Qin Hao showed an annoyed expression, staring at that Heavenly Monarch with dissatisfaction and said, "I'm better looking than you, stronger than you, and most importantly, younger than you. If she's not inviting me, should she invite an old geezer like you?"
The Heavenly Monarch's face turned black. He was in the prime of his youth and could be described as young.
Yet now, someone called him an old geezer, putting him in an awkward position.
He couldn't help but argue, "I'm still young, only eight thousand years old."
"I'm not even a hundred years old." Qin Hao said leisurely.
