"Be... beauty?"
What kind of status did Han Xingyue have?
As the Guild Master's Wife of the Assassin's Guild, one of North Marsh Island's allied factions.
It could be said without the slightest exaggeration that even if Ran Zun himself, one of the Four Saints of Tianxiao, stood here, he would never dare utter such a flirtatious remark.
It had nothing to do with status.
Letting words like that out was practically the prelude to war.
Much less this fellow, who was merely Ran Zun's grandson.
Was he tired of living, or was he tired of living?
"Cough, cough, cough! Madam truly is very beautiful, cough cough..."
Qin Shaofeng could neither laugh nor cry.
He had seen plenty of fools with shit for brains, but he had never seen anyone whose brain had short-circuited to such a degree.
He actually dared to flirt with the Guild Master's Wife of the Assassin's Guild in public.
With a smile, he took half a step back and said, "Yang Zhen, call out a few of your brothers. From now on, you will follow Madam's orders."
Qin Shaofeng knew there was no need for him to interfere in this matter.
After all, he was currently in the Great Northern Wasteland.
Although Han Xingyue had promised him three years, he would not truly treat those three years as his protective umbrella.
Since Gongyang Zun was practically determined to fight him to the death.
Then... he had no choice but to do something.
He recalled the words Zi Tianying had spoken not long ago.
Back then, he had greatly disliked doing things that helped others, but now it seemed he truly needed to do some.
Otherwise, the Four Saints of Tianxiao wielded immense power. If he could not eliminate the Four Saints of Tianxiao, he would