Yun Hun nodded, his wild-grass-like beard trembling with laughter.
If anyone else had spoken to him like that, he would have twisted their head off long ago and kicked it around like a ball.
But the beauty before him was as flawless as jade. Even if she kicked him, punched him a few times, or even jabbed him with a nail, he would still find it interesting.
It was clear from this that he had truly never seen a beauty before. All these years, he had lived for nothing.
Women were truly remarkable.
Wang Xiaotian laughed as well and said, "Could the three ladies tell us your names?"
"No!"
Long Qingmei suddenly said, "The dead don't deserve to know my name."
Baili Yuhuang sighed and smiled. "Originally, I didn't want to kill anyone on this journey, but you forced me to."
Seeing that the two women had revealed their trump cards, Xue Yu naturally could not show weakness.
She slapped the table and laughed. "You can call me Mother, but I don't have a bastard son like you!"
Yun Hun stroked his wild-grass-like beard and roared with laughter. "Mother? No wonder you're so unhappy. It turns out you're missing your mother. Is your mother as beautiful as you?"
Xue Yu said nothing. She slowly drew the spiritual sword in her hand.
Yun Hun shouted, "Wait! You think with this little bit of ability, you can get rough with me? Aren't you thinking too highly of yourself?"
Xue Yu shouted coldly, "Try me."
Yun Hun let out a strange cry. "You want to leave? Do you think you can?"
Long Qingmei smiled faintly. "She isn't a woman from a brothel. Why can't she leave? As for you, you're cultivators, yet no different from bandits and assassins. It seems you've lived long