"Fuck!"
Yan Nan's face twisted.
But Yan Nan's act of sending a congratulatory gift reminded everyone: if they came here to offer congratulations and eat the feast, they had to bring a gift!
On this point, the Old Devils were not stingy people.
In the blink of an eye, gifts piled up into a mountain before Ning Zaifei!
It was the first time in his life so many people had given him gifts!
Several thousand people giving gifts at once—what kind of spectacle was that? Ning Zaifei was buried on the spot.
He hurriedly waved his hands, sending all the gifts into his Space Ring batch by batch.
Bai Jing smiled. "Not a single one came here to eat for free."
Yan Nan's expression darkened. "Who could afford to lose that much face? You even noticed this?"
"Of course. It represents a person's character!"
Bai Jing spoke as though it were only natural.
"..."
Yan Nan was speechless.
Ao Zhan burst out laughing from the side. "Eighth Master, what does our Sole True Sect say about people—"
Before he could finish, a ball of profound ice blocked his mouth. Then a vicious punch slammed into his lower abdomen. Bing Tianxue twisted Ao Zhan's ear six full times with a whoosh, gritting her teeth. "You useless bastard! If you can't talk properly, shut your mouth!"
Seeing fresh blood spurt from Ao Zhan's ear in a ring, all the Old Devils shuddered violently.
Women were terrifying! She had really gone for the kill. It looked like Ao Zhan's ear would have to grow back...
Many people secretly rejoiced: Fortunately, I don't have a wife...
Bai Jing poked a finger at Ao Zhan. "If not for your wife, you'd be finished. Report to Astonishing God Palace for class tomorrow!"
Ao Zhan lowered his