Qi Chen looked at her: "What is Ye Zun?"

"Ye Zun is Ye Zun. When night falls, I am Ye Zun. When night disappears, I am a saint."

"When you think about the so-called Ye Zun and the saints, they have to poop, doesn't it make them less noble?" Qi Chen said with a smile.

"Not a funny joke." Xia Zhiyan said coldly.

Qi Chen has always had a principle: if you don't understand something, don't think about it, but do it.

"Single fight or group fight?" Qi Chen drew his sword.

"You are no match for me in a one-on-one fight, and you are no match for me in a group fight, but since you and I are old friends, I will give you a face."

She put down the tea cup, stretched out a finger as white as jade, dipped it in the tea, and heard a clear whistle like water.

The red tea on his finger turned into a flying sword and whizzed away.

As if she was about to split the sky, her blood-red clothes rustled, and her long hair danced, calm and composed.
Chapter completed!