"Earth Evil Grandmaster, should I be afraid?"
Ye Qingzhou's expression at this moment remained calm and relaxed.
Jokingly, inside Lingyun Grotto Heaven, he had even fought with Yingyue, who was at the Martial Saint Realm, and had witnessed the Power of Mental Imagery. Would he be afraid of a Grandmaster?
After school, Ye Qingzhou returned home.
The homebody Yingyue shuffled in her slippers to the entrance and then gave a sweet smile: "Welcome back, my lord."
Looking at the living room, which was littered with unpacked delivery boxes, Ye Qingzhou was speechless: "What kind of strange things have you bought again?"
Yingyue quickly, as if presenting a treasure, took out a big box of blueberry puree: "My lord, this is organic wild blueberry puree. Drinking it can resist aging."
"..."
Ye Qingzhou rolled his eyes at Yingyue: "They dare make such claims, and you actually believe them? Get it away from me, I don't want to drink a bunch of coloring agents."
