Qin Yi turned back to look at Yun Mengyao, seeing her eyes ablaze, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Miss Yun, this outfit looks nice on you, what's it called again?" Qin Yi thought seriously for a moment, then suddenly recalled, "Oh right, the Immortal Feather Skirt, isn't it? The Feather Clan's treasured possession."
Yun Mengyao's face changed dramatically, she stared at Qin Yi with caution, "What are you trying to do?"
Qin Yi had had his eyes on her Immortal Feather Skirt for quite some time, last time he even crawled under her skirt just for it, and every time she remembered this, it made her grit her teeth in hatred.
"I just think this skirt would suit my wife better than you." Qin Yi said with a cheerful smile.
Yun Mengyao's pretty face lost color, this bastard was indeed still after the Immortal Feather Skirt.
"What, are you going to snatch my Immortal Feather Skirt right in front of your wife?" Yun Mengyao sneered coldly.
