Li Feihong wasn't in the mood to deal with a few girls either; she said to Gao Xuan, "What exactly are you thinking?"
Gao Xuan slowly put down the cards in his hand, "I was about to win. Friend, you're really killing the mood here."
"You're really not afraid of dying, huh."
Li Feihong didn't know what to say; she genuinely couldn't stand Gao Xuan's leisurely demeanor.
She couldn't help but ask, "How many heads do you have, exactly?"
Gao Xuan picked up a small mirror nearby and looked at it, "Looks like just one head."
Li Feihong was almost amused to the point of laughing, but she then turned serious, "That's not funny at all. When the Old Demon arrives, let's see if you'll still be laughing!"
"Don't get excited, I understand your good intentions."
Gao Xuan said, "It's just that I have no grudge with this guy, why would he want to trouble me?"
"Purple Rose doesn't act logically. You're not even qualified to reason with them."
