"I'm curious, why are you so obsessed with a divine Half-Dragon?" Xia Feng wondered.
The golden-haired man looked down dismissively, "That's not something a servant should know."
"You have three more seconds to think about it," his knuckles tapped the armrest, his Heavy Pupils menacing.
Xia Feng held his forehead, helplessly letting out a sigh, "Are all of you from the Yeli family this brain-dead? 'Three more seconds to think'? Fuck your mom."
Xia Feng beckoned with his fingers, "If you want to fight, then hurry up and hit me, stop wasting words."
"..." The golden-haired man's Heavy Pupils flickered with a faint killing intent.
It was impossible to use Spiritual Clothes here, and who would win was truly uncertain. Xia Feng braced himself, just when he thought Yeli Kong was about to make a move.
Yeli Kong simply fell silent for a moment, frowning, "It seems you still haven't understood the situation you're in now."
"....."
