"Ah, Holy Daughter, you can't touch me. Isn't this prohibition prohibiting fairies from touching men?" Chen Jiumei couldn't do it, but the scream didn't stop.

"Hum, little devil, what kind of man are you? I want you to die!" The cold empty mouth, which holds a huge'wheat', is more abhorrent.

"No, what are you doing? I'm scared..." Chen Jiuyi was even more miserable.

"Fear? Fear is no use, punish me!" The cold voice frightens the familiar fairies, but they can't imagine what they are doing at this time when they admire the iron-faced master.

"Great, this little devil met our lord, that's really his end. He came here this time,...