"Well, I know. I'm just kidding."

"You see the atmosphere is so serious, how can you sustain it without joking?"

"Assy, I didn't say it was just a joke. He Yisheng, do you have to make a monkey out of Lao Tzu's face again? It hurts so much."

Huo Zheng shook off his hand and pressed his face to death.

Their faces are painted with medicines every day, so that they can protect their faces well.

It's very comfortable to tamper with it at ordinary times. Huo Zheng has never complained about it, but this time, he Yisheng hurt him.

He did.

Angry!

Huo Zhengqi stared at He Yisheng.

He...