Qian Renxue took a deep breath. That shameless bastard—she really wanted to use Angel's Judgment and pass judgment on him.
"Heh, do you really want to help me?"
Little Angel stared at Bai Yu as if she were looking at a dog, as though saying, I treat you like a brother, and you want to sleep with me?
Bai Yu's eyelids twitched slightly. He immediately put on a solemn expression and said earnestly:
"Of course. You are the Young Master of Douluo Hall, and I am the Holy Son of Pope's Palace. As the next generation of leaders of Spirit Hall, we should naturally support each other!"
Listening to Bai Yu's high-sounding words, Qian Renxue's mouth twitched, and she rolled her eyes.
"Enough, stop making it sound so nice. Didn't you want to see my true form? Come fight me outside the city. You'll see it then!"
"Huh?"
Hearing that Little Angel wanted to fight him, Bai Yu was a little dumbfounded. He thought to himself:
That's not right. She has the Dungeon, so she knows my current strength. And while she's posing as Xue Qinghe here, she has less time to cultivate.
Even with Sun Dance and an Immortal Herb, her Soul Power can't be more than a few levels above mine. Where does that confidence come from?
The slightly idiotic look in Bai Yu's eyes made Qian Renxue want to slap him across the face. She grabbed his collar, yanked him close, and snapped:
"Are you looking down on me? Are we fighting or not?"
Bai Yu looked at Xue Qinghe's face, which was so close it was nearly pressed against his own. His expression instantly turned livid. He hurriedly broke free from her grip and retreated wildly. He really couldn't bring himself to say, "Brother, you smell