Yang Fei timidly hid behind Xue Mingtai, making faces at An Zichen.
"Girls shouldn't always be talking about dismemberment."
"Remember my words, gentleness is a woman's greatest ultimate weapon."
An Zichen snorted, standing with her hands behind her back, ignoring Yang Fei.
Xue Mingtai saw that although Yang Fei was joking with An Zichen, his eyes were darting around as if he had another plan.
The Demon Emperor ran away, yet this guy didn't seem anxious, instead, he appeared confident and in control.
Xue Mingtai couldn't suppress a smile.
"Zichen, don't mind this guy, he must have a plan."
An Zichen said indifferently, "Even we have no solution, what could he possibly have?"
Though saying this, An Zichen still turned around and looked at Yang Fei coolly.
The Sword Emperor also paid close attention, caring a lot about the life of the Sword Emperor.
Yang Fei rolled his eyes at Xue Mingtai, shaking his head.
