"What is it? Just say it."
The moment Qin Shaofeng brought the Miao Woman back to the room, he widened the distance between them again.
The Miao Woman seemed not to notice. She sat herself down in a chair in the sitting room, her beautiful eyes constantly wandering over Qin Shaofeng's body until his skin crawled in waves.
"You exposed my identity, so you clearly did not come just to chat with me. Say what you want, or I'll be seeing you out." Qin Shaofeng's expression darkened further.
No matter how much the Miao Woman knew,
he could not possibly place his own safety in the hands of someone like her.
Compared to the Miao Woman, he would rather face the hot-tempered Sword Dao Venerable, or Little Poisonous Thing, whose venomous intentions could be seen at a glance.
His hands opened and closed slightly, as though he would attack the moment they disagreed.
Yet inwardly, he kept questioning Ghost Face: Is it not done yet? Is the Prison Lord truly confident? If she cannot poison her, we might all be finished.
"Do not rush. Since she is playing silence with you, keep stalling her. The gap between the Prison Lord's cultivation and the Miao Woman's is too great. Without enough time, she cannot succeed at all." Ghost Face's voice continued to echo in his heart.
If buying time could truly help Li Naling deal with the Miao Woman, Qin Shaofeng naturally would not hesitate.
But he was certain that the Miao Woman before him would not be so easily dealt with.
If he could not divert the Miao Woman's attention, everything would be empty talk.
The anxiety in his heart had already reached its peak.
Yet he had no choice but to press on. "Since you have no intention of