Thus, amidst the chaotic and bustling scene at the Northern Great Camp, where brawls were about to break out and curses occasionally thrown, a voice sounded above their heads.
"Sigh... You say you're having your fight, and that's fine, but why go and curse someone to death?"
A helpless sigh, a voice tinged with mockery.
Gu Changsheng walked with measured steps, without a hint of shame for eavesdropping, striding confidently from behind the rocks, a clear displeasure written between his brows.
Damn it, who says the Phoenix Clan has been wiped out?
Aren't I, Gu Changsheng, alive and well?
Isn't my little meat bun a person, who's now joyfully bouncing around at the Xiangka Clan's main camp?
This Xia Ruyan, why is she so disliked? Isn't this plainly telling lies with eyes wide open, cursing others to death?
Zhou Mu looked at the bold and brash woman walking out and could only shake his head helplessly, following her lead.
