Qin Jiuge suddenly spoke. "Fahai, do you know how to get along with a Dao Companion?"
Fahai froze at those words, while Xiao Qing immediately covered his ears. She seemed especially afraid that her own cultivation Dao Companion would turn into someone like Qin Jiuge. If that happened, he would truly be dyed red beside vermilion and black beside ink.
"Not listening, not listening, a turtle chanting scriptures—I absolutely won't listen."
Xiao Qing hurriedly shouted, looking at Qin Jiuge with the same fear in her eyes, as though he were some monstrous flood or savage beast at this very moment.
"The one chanting scriptures is a monk, not a layman like me."
Qin Jiuge lightly deflected it.
"You may not be a monk, but you surpass monks a thousand, a hundred times over. How could any monk compare to a Supreme like you?"
Xiao Qing's skill in the realm of sarcasm was truly peerless. Even Qin Jiuge, after clashing with her for more than half a beat, had no choice but to willingly concede defeat.
Thus, Fahai became the one who did not know whether to laugh or cry. On one side was his beloved, on the other his brother; on one side was love, on the other friendship. Fine.
If he was not the one caught in the middle, then who was?
Fortunately, both Qin Jiuge and Xiao Qing were fairly reasonable. Qin Jiuge did not fight with women, and Xiao Qing knew that if they truly fought, she would absolutely be no match for Qin Jiuge, so everything was fine.
"Elder Sister, you finally came.
He's bullying me here."
Xiao Qing directly called in reinforcements.
But did she think she was the only younger sister who knew how to act cute? Could it be that Qin Jiuge did