Young Master, Please Stay

Hua Jieyu spoke as if it were only natural, leaving Su Xuan so choked up that he could not speak for a moment.

After a long while, Su Xuan finally said to Hua Jieyu, "Consider me blind for having misjudged you."

"Don't make it sound like you've suffered such a great injustice. You have plenty of women yourself. I'm the one who should feel wronged," Hua Jieyu retorted.

"She's right." Xu Qingtong rarely agreed with Hua Jieyu.

Su Xuan was immediately left speechless and dearly wanted to leave with a flick of his sleeve.

However, his injuries still required the Yin Moon Sect's help, so he could only suppress his displeasure.

A true man could bend and stretch. This little grievance was nothing; he could get even in the future.

His blood boiling, Su Xuan could not help saying, "Hua Jieyu, I hope you won't regret what happened today in the future!" After snorting coldly and speaking to Hua Jieyu, he looked at Xu Qingtong again. "And you, woman!"

Listening from the side, Wang Haoran had thought Su Xuan would throw out something like, "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river; do not bully a poor young man," but apparently he had overthought it.

Still, the underlying meaning of Su Xuan's words was much the same as that saying.

Su Xuan clearly believed that he would become a peak expert in the future, crush Wang Haoran, and make the women who left him regret it.

Unfortunately, Su Xuan was still far too naive.

His life was already in Wang Haoran's hands. As long as Wang Haoran wished it, even from thousands of miles away, he could kill him with the Bloodline Curse.

Seeing that the purpose of this trip had been achieved, Xu Qingtong hooked