"bitch!"

In the face of my apology, Xiao Yan gave a loud scolding. She pulled the blade out and stabbed me in the chest. At this time, a disciple of Daoism and France finally couldn't help it. He reached out and grabbed Xiaoyan's wrist and coolly said, "Give you some face, you don't know what you are. Again, dare to hurt Mr. Jiang, I will kill you immediately."

Xiao Yan gritted her teeth and was dying to stab the blade at me. But the disciple's strength was not something she could break away from. At last, she tilted her head and looked at her side unwillingly. I sighed, then waved...