Although Sikong Jing didn't care about Old Ling's disdain, if there was a substantial attack on him, it was impossible not to fight back.
Moreover, now there was no need to give Weng Ting any face.
Does Old Ling want to cripple me, and I can't even retaliate?
At this moment, Old Ling stared at the crossbow arrow just inches away like a fighting cock, saying fearfully, "You little waste, what do you want to do?"
With a cold laugh, Sikong Jing didn't even bother to look at Old Ling.
Instead, he looked at Weng Ting, who was shocked on the opposite side, and asked again, "Senior Sister Weng, now your old dog is not only barking but also wants to bite. Shouldn't you give me an explanation?"
Sikong Jing's tone became very impolite…
Perhaps in the eyes of everyone before, even if invited, Sikong Jing was just a follower because he had not been in Hanluan City long, his realm was the weakest, and he was a non-combatant, but Sikong Jing had no consciousness of being a follower.
