Xiao Jinghuai suddenly stepped closer, "Where are they now?"
Zhou Yunxian grinned, like an old fox who had been plotting for a long ti, "Hehe, they’re right behind you!"
Even Xiao Jinghuai was shocked by Zhou Yunxian’s words. He turned coldly, and sure enough, he saw two n standing behind him, both dressed in ancient-style clothing, one in black and one in white, like a pair of sinister spirits.
Xiao Jinghuai had to admit that these two n were not so ssy rabble; on the contrary, they had great potential.
Feng Yichen sized up the "legendary" Xiao Jinghuai before him, the man who was constantly on Song Song’s mind, even calling his na repeatedly when unconscious as if he were her pain reliever—
He had always wanted to et him, and now he finally got his wish, but found there was nothing particularly special about him.
His build was similar to Bai Jiayin’s, but his eyes were much more fierce, particularly with ill intent.
Bai Jiayin tapped his folding fan with one hand and circled around Xiao Jinghuai, "Hey! So you’re the Xiao, huh!"
As he spoke, he circled again, "Indeed, not bad. No wonder Little Zhao Zhao can’t forget you! Let ask, what are you doing here? Are you planning to fight us over Little Zhao Zhao?"
"Heh." Xiao Jinghuai scoffed, his face full of disdain, "Are you even qualified to compete with ?"
Feng Yichen: "..."
Bai Jiayin: "..."
Zhou Yunxian jumped in, "Can we stop the jealousy and strife? Song Song’s not doing well right now. Since you all love her, you should consider her well-being."
Feng Yichen crossed his arms, one side of his stern brow raised, "Little Zhao Zhao isn’t so weak girl. Besides, she’s like this because she was disobedient. The Holy Emperor is teaching her a lesson! If she behaves a little, everything won’t be a problem."
"As for you—"
He glanced at Xiao Jinghuai, "Why don’t you just find a cool place to stay! You’re destined not to be with her."
Bai Jiayin touched his nose, "Feng Yichen, usually you speak as little as possible, turning one sentence into one word, but today you’re quite articulate. What, are you really scared?"
Normally they seed quite harmonious, but actually they were fiercely competitive, secretly building their own forces, afraid that one day one might succeed in gaining power, the other would ruthlessly kick down.
No one wants to die; everyone wants to live with dignity, so naturally they understand the need to plan for the future.
Feng Yichen suddenly punched at Bai Jiayin, who quickly dodged and counterattacked, sweeping at Feng Yichen’s lower body—
In an instant, the two were trembling in the hall.
Zhou Yunxian’s mouth twitched, "Damn, these two idiots."
Xiao Jinghuai was in a good mood, sitting aside, ready to be the mantis stalking the cicada unaware of the oriole behind, the fisherman who gains when the sandpiper and clam fight. He wondered if everyone in Taohuawu was so easily provoked?
A few casual words could make them lose their reason?
This... really wasn’t much fun.
Zhou Yun couldn’t stand it any longer and imdiately stepped into the chaotic fight, pulling the two apart, "Are you two out of your minds? Why are you fighting your own people, shouldn’t you be fighting—"
"Xiao Jinghuai, you’re really good at enjoying yourself. Sitting there already, that’s the Holy Emperor’s seat. Get the hell down!"
The man lifted his eyelids, each word like a pearl, "I don’t have ti to ss around with you. Quick, call out your Holy Emperor. There are so things I must say to him face-to-face, or else... don’t bla for being rude, flattening this place isn’t impossible."
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