"What's wrong, did you put Vaseline on your lips and can't speak human words?" Xiao Jinsheng chuckled, glancing at Bai Yan with a click of her tongue, "And you, after a few days out, your sense of aesthetics has declined, and your taste has gotten heavier."
Xi Qu turned his head violently, rage exuding from his being.
Xiao Jinsheng, on the other hand, refused to back down, shielded by five men behind her, staring coldly at him.
Just as Xi Qu gathered a cyan whirlwind in his palm, poised to strike at Xiao Jinsheng, black fog suddenly rose around them and a transparent wind wall stood in the middle.
Xi Qu's gaze swept over Que Zelian and Mo Jiao, a mocking smile on his lips, "Overestimating yourselves."
"Xi Qu, no fighting." Bai Yan stopped him before he could act, her eyes gentle as she looked at Xiao Jinsheng, "Jinsheng, I mean no harm. We're just here to check on you, and introduce Xi Qu."
"Met them, no big deal." Xi Qu chimed in.
