"Damn it!" Ye Haoyu silently cursed, but he was staring at Chu Mo, taking a deep look, and said to Murong Chuxue: "Miss Chuxue, why, why do you always help this ant? What exactly about him attracts you? Or could it be, does he have some special relationship with you?"
"Do you want to die?"
In that instant, Murong Chuxue's complexion chilled: "Your words are unpleasant. I don't wish to hear them again!"
The moment Murong Chuxue spoke, the air turned sharp and biting, as if the temperature of the scene plummeted to tens of degrees below zero.
Even some of those with lower cultivation felt as if their hearts were about to freeze solid.
Such a formidable presence!
"I..." Ye Haoyu felt his breath becoming somewhat constricted, but he swallowed his pride and said: "I apologize, I misspoke just now!"
Ye Haoyu's expression was one of frustration, yet he dared not lash out.
