"The third son of Xiaosheng Jingzhao Yin Hutu, Fox Ji, whose nickname is Xiayu, I have met Master Ying..."... "Xiayu? It means you are reticent... Hehehe," Xuan Ye said with a smile...
Nowadays, the world is a world of winners... He lifted Ji Qing's chin, "Qing Qing...? I never knew you had such a lovely name as your face."
"The Xiayao knife... Is it easy to use?" Xuan Ye clamped Ji Qing's wrist with a slight force to prevent the knife from piercing his left shoulder. Ji Qing's fingertips holding the handle of the knife turned white. His eyebrows were crossed and his eyes were turning with crystal light. He stared at Xuan Ye with an attitude of wanting to kill him quickly. Smiled slightly and said: "This time I just think you are acting coquettishly"...