"Ha, the fact that I, the great king, could take a fancy to a vixen like you is your honor. If not for your being from the Qingqiu clan, based solely on how you've insulted me, you would have died under my Samadhi Fire long ago."
Dressed in bright red clothes, with a ponytail pointing to the sky behind his head, Red Boy looked every bit the image of a seven or eight-year-old child. His cultivation level was that of a Luotian Golden Immortal. He held a Fire-tipped Spear in his hand, teasing and laughing with the young girl.
"Pah, you stinky brat still wet behind your ears, I would never become your robber bride," Hu Mei'er rebuked sharply, her eyes burning with indignation as she glanced at Red Boy.
"You little wretch, say that again?"
Being called a stinky brat seemed to sting Red Boy; his childlike face cooled, and a hint of murderous intent gleamed in his eyes as he looked at the girl.
Red Boy!
