What is she going to do? Chen Qi had a creeping sense of ominous foreboding.
The Ice Witch scanned him from head to toe, then muttered:
"Damn little black furball! Fen actually gave you little yellow flowers!"
Huh? Chen Qi froze, filled with speechlessness.
In such excruciating agony, the Ice Witch still had time to throw a snide remark at him!
Chen Qi deeply suspected:
In the eyes of the Ice Witch, was he really a despicable tentacled monster that abducted her disciple?
If it weren't for Time Condensation, Chen Qi really wanted to retort.
"But, your cooking skills are barely passable."
After venting her physical and emotional pain, the Ice Witch silently wiped the fresh blood from her face with a handkerchief, switched to a pitiful expression, and once again skillfully stood at the bow.
Click!
Time moved again.
In the wind, the Ice Witch's expression remained arrogant, her imposing silhouette sparkled before everyone's eyes.
