"Can you vomit out the things you've eaten into your stomach?" Bai Ruozhu rolled his eyes. He'd never heard of returning spoils of war; She Zongyi certainly thinks highly of himself.
She Zongyi's expression remained unchanged, the corners of his mouth slightly lifted, and his beard also lifted slightly, "It's hard to vomit out things you've eaten, but if you get hit in the stomach, you might just puke it out."
Jiang Yichun threw a sharp glance, "You might as well try!"
His personality was inherently cold, and he had been tainted by evil energy before. Thus, his words carried a considerable killing intent, instantly suppressing She Zongyi in momentum.
She Zongyi didn't rush to fight back this time, sighed, and said, "Do we have to become enemies?"
