"Looking for you?" Ye Huan frowned, his gaze directed at Ye Fufu.
"Yes, looking for me!"
Ye Fufu climbed off the ground, dusting off her fiery red slit skirt and the red ultra-thin lace stockings, looking coolly at the seven people in front of her. "You people from Cyan Dragon Hall of the Evil Martial Sacred Land, do you just love the 'gourd baby saves grandpa' routine, sending one after another?"
"Ye Fufu, you damn... your hands are really wicked! Where did our Evil Martial Sacred Land provoke you, where did we offend you?!"
"Within seven days, you and your maid, as soon as you met our people, would unsheathe your swords without a word and destroyed our three important strongholds, seventeen ordinary bases, and killed over one hundred seventy of our people!"
"I want to ask you, we have no grievances with you, why are you doing this!"
