However, they all secretly felt lucky that Mu Qianyue had used the scabbard, and not the blade.
Oh, they lost without her even drawing the sword; how can one survive this?
"We don't want the Purple Skill Grass anymore... you can take it." The burly man said, covering his sore butt.
Mu Qianyue advanced slowly, her bright face carrying a light smile, her tone was calm but made people feel like they were in an ice cave, "Oh, giving us the Purple Skill Grass? How generous of you! Should I thank you?"
Looking at the girl's radiant smile, Jun Lintian looked at the five burly men with sympathy. The more innocent the smile Qianyue had, the angrier she was; when a woman gets angry, it's a terrifying thing.
The burly man suddenly felt a bad premonition creeping into his heart, swallowed his saliva with difficulty, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and said haltingly, "Then... what do you want?"
