"We don't have to stew it, as long as you agree to spend tonight with us and later become our... hmm, servant! Yes, that kind of servant, then we won't stew it."
Hans said cheerfully to Shen Huamo.
At this moment, Ye Qingtian's voice echoed softly: "First, you insulted my maid; second, you insulted my Da Huang; third, you previously insulted me as well, so you must die!"
"Haha, you sure talk big. You're just a mortal, how are you going to kill me? In two or three years, I'll be climbing the War God List, and I'll become a Prince Consort of the Weiting Clan, marrying Princess Jenny! My life is headed for glory, and you? By then, you might be begging for food with your parents!"
Hans laughed heartily.
Ye Qingtian maintained the same expression, neither sad nor happy.
Hans became even more arrogant, "Little bastard, could it be that you have no parents? You wild breed! How are you going to kill me!"
