folded her hands together and shook her head."Self-mutilate your magic powers You dare to ask my disciple to do so" Jun Xiaoyao's face was cold."You..." Miao Wu Xin's face fell, incredibly embarrassed...Lan Qingya was dumbfounded, completely dumbfounded.

She covered her burning cheek with her hand, staring at Jun with disbelief.

Jun brandished his sword, his face dark and grim, with a cold glint in his eyes.

"Sword-wielding young master, you hit me" Lan Qingya said incredulously.

Feeling her cheeks swelling gradually, Lan Qingya felt as if she were dreaming.