Zhuge Yin was upset about the incident caused by Jun Wuxie's words yesterday and did not sleep well all night. When he went out to meet people from other halls in the morning, he also pointed at him. This made Zhuge Yin's already irritable mood even more on the verge of anger. Finally, at the invitation of his disciples in the same hall, he wanted to walk in the garden and adjust his mood. As a result, he was hit by someone when he was talking to him.

Most of the bowl of hot porridge was poured on the hem of his clothes!

"Are you looking for death?" Zhuge Yin gritted his teeth and looked at Zi Jin who was reckless.

Zi Jin was so scared that she trembled all over and did not dare to say anything. Zhuge Yin's cruelty yesterday left an indelible shadow on himself.

"Young Master, isn't this girl a disciple of the Shadow Moon Palace?" A sharp-eyed boy recognized Zi Jin in casual clothes at a glance.

Zhuge Yin frowned slightly. After experiencing yesterday's incident, the three words "Shadow Moon Palace" have become the y clouds that linger in his heart. Just hearing these three words made him extremely irritated.

"People from Shadow Moon Palace?" Zhuge Yin's voice revealed a sense of danger.

"Yes, I saw her coming yesterday, oh! By the way, when the young master competed in the ring yesterday, this girl seemed to be gone halfway. I remember that when the boy from the Shadow Moon Palace came yesterday, this girl was following her. It must be this girl who ran to inform her!"

Zijin became even more nervous.

When Zhuge Yin heard this, his anger broke out in his heart. He stepped forward and grabbed Zi Jin's collar and picked up the petite Zi Jin.

"Stupid girl! Tell me! Did you go and call that bastard yesterday? Ma, I said why did that kid suddenly come? It turned out that you, the little bitch, ran to talk too much, right?" Everything was fine yesterday. It was not until Jun Wuxie's appearance that Zhuge Yin was in a dilemma. If Jun Wuxie had not arrived, Yue Yi would have died under his command. How could the disciples of other halls suddenly become hostile to Zhulong Palace?

Zhuge Yin vented all his anger towards Jun Wuxie on Zi Jin. Looking at Zi Jin's eyes, he seemed to want to swallow her alive.

Zi Jin bit her lip and looked at Zhuge Yin, and the fear in her heart gradually spread, but she didn't want to be treated like this.

"So what if I call me? Zhulong Palace bullies others with its power, but others are not allowed to say it, right? It is a matter of proper competition and competition, but you are a bit disgusting. You are vicious and others are not fools, so you will still kill them!" Zi Jin stared at Zhuge Yin with his eyes. The ugly faces of these disciples from the Twelve Halls made her nauseated.

"Ha! How dare you sharp-tongued girl?" Zhuge Yin narrowed his eyes and looked around. In the huge garden, there were only a few of them, and there was no one else's figure. A trace of viciousness flashed in Zhuge Yin's eyes.

"You are pretty good at talking, are you? Come and hold her up." Zhuge Yin sneered, and the disciples of Zhulong Palace standing behind him immediately stepped forward and held Zijin in a few strokes.

Zi Jin's strength is not high, so he can't stand the control of these many people. He can only be passively placed in front of Zhuge Yin.

Zhuge Yin's evil eyes swept over Zijin's body, "The smelly girl has such a powerful mouth, I want to see what kind of reinforcements can be brought to us today!"
Chapter completed!