Listening to Ye Feng's words, Xia Yu was clearly a little shy. Her cheeks reddened as she softly replied to him.
Her gaze fell on Ye Tian, and she suddenly seemed to remember something. Her face immediately flushed red, and she lightly spat, "It must be Master causing trouble again." Yet as soon as she thought of it, a flicker of loneliness crossed her face.
Of course, Ye Tian had weathered every storm and wave. Seeing Ghost Valley Patriarch's divine consciousness rapidly gathering, he knew what the other party intended to do and sneered inwardly.
As he walked, Zhu Bajie kept muttering under his breath. Yang Cong, beside him, could not be bothered to pay him any attention. After all, Zhu Bajie had been moaning and complaining the whole way, and Yang Cong had long since learned to ignore it.
Although, with Ye Feng's current cultivation, he no longer needed food to fill his stomach.
The Chinese restaurant was large, decorated in a classical Chinese style. After passing several tables, Yang Fan finally sat down at a seat beside a bamboo screen.
Fan Tianlin did not truly understand Death God Heaven. Most of what he knew was hearsay, so he naturally could not jump to a conclusion. Instead, he fell into thought and remained silent for a long while.
Biyu gave an icy smile and inwardly concluded that this would be the most childish thing he had ever said in his life.
He Manzi shot him a sidelong glance and said, "Are you afraid I'll stomp your floor to pieces, or do you want to sneak a peek at my dainty jade feet?" Before she even finished speaking, she could not help laughing herself, though she obediently changed into slippers.
"Hello, isn't this Ma Li's hospital room?" Yu Jia looked