Ye Chu nodded and said with a bad smile, "but this time, I'm afraid that guy can't laugh. Where should he hide and cry now..."

"how did you fight him? Have you moved the supreme sword again? " Mi Qingxue scolds shyly, "you just recovered soon, you urged the supreme sword again, you don't want to kill you!"

"I can't help it. No one is called a saint. If you don't move the supreme sword, you will lose your life." Ye Chu has some helplessness, but her hand suddenly catches the slender waist of MI Qingxue.

mi Qingxue's pretty face turned red for no reason. She wanted to stretch out...