"Fuck you little lady!"
Ye Xiyao's violent temper suddenly jumped up, and he grabbed Xu's ancient silver-white temples in his hands.
"You look like an immortal. If you lower your head, you won't have a double chin. Then lower your head and see your little ancestor clearly. Don't treat her as a bad guy next time we fight."
Xu Gu was more than two feet taller than her. He lowered his head and remained aloof, with an indifferent expression.
"Bang!"
Ye Xiyao jumped up and slammed into his head, knocking him several meters away.
"Hmph! It's best not to have a next time!"
Adhering to the philosophy that a good girl never wants to fight, Ye Xiyao dodged after the collision.
Only Xu Gu, rubbing his sick temples, said blankly,
"Little, little ancestor?"