"This... Old Daoist, what are you doing, are you crazy! Get up now! We hired you, not to make a fool out of yourself!!"
Yang Ziru quickly shouted in anger!
In her exasperation, her fists turned pale, and her teeth ground loudly.
On the ground, Xu Wan'Er shouted in shock, "Master, Master, wake up!! He's not an Immortal Master, he's just a scoundrel!!"
"I want these two to be quiet."
Inside, Liu Sanming said blandly.
The next moment, Mo Qianchi's eyes turned cold, and he nodded before standing up.
Instantly, he slapped Yang Ziru across the face.
Caught off guard, Yang Ziru was slapped to the ground, half her delicate face swelling to resemble a bread roll.
Seeing this, Xu Wan'Er turned pale with fright!
But immediately after, she was kicked by Mo Qianchi, sliding over two meters, clutching her stomach in pain and curling into a semi-circle on the ground.
"If you dare to offend the Immortal Master again, you will die!"
Mo Qianchi said coldly.
