Wen Taikang looked at Wen Xiaoxiao meaningfully.
His eyes flashed with a subtle affection, then he slowly turned around and left.
With such a peerless master protecting him, Yang Fei felt as if several bones in his body were lighter.
The Demon Emperor is indeed terrifying, but he can't possibly single-handedly take on Yang Fei and Wen Taikang.
Yang Fei turned around, only to see the crystal tears shining in Wen Xiaoxiao's blinking eyes.
He couldn't help but be curious: "Xiaoxiao, what's wrong?"
Wen Xiaoxiao wiped away her tears and smiled, embarrassed.
"Brother Fang, I don't know why, but when I see this old man, I suddenly feel very sour and uncomfortable inside."
Yang Fei sighed in his heart.
"Alright, shedding tears over a table full of braised crabs, people would think you're crying because you're so eager to eat."
Wen Xiaoxiao burst into laughter, and even Qin Xianfei was amused by Yang Fei.
Old Taoist interrupted, so Qin Xianfei couldn't pursue the matter further.
