Under Ning Fengzhi's hateful gaze, Dugu Bo remained remarkably composed. "Since the true culprit has already been executed, we won't pursue Ning Fengzhi's failure to discipline his son any further."
Arrogant—far too arrogant!
Ning Fengzhi laughed in fury. Then should I thank you?
The sudden turn of events left Ye Cixin gaping. Her little cherry-red mouth seemed large enough to fit a goose egg.
No, Senior Dugu, were you really this bold?
"Dugu, you old ghost! Do you take the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect for a place with no one left to defend it?"
Sword Douluo Chen Xin's expression turned cold. He was weaker, yet he still dared to be this arrogant?
This old ghost truly had an eccentric temperament.
Dugu Bo's eyes brimmed with fighting spirit. Ever since cultivating the Holy Spirit Cult's secret technique, he had been wondering whether it would affect his combat ability.
Now was the moment to test the truth.
"Young Master Chen, please step back for now. Let me face this old ghost!"
Dugu Bo had Meng Chen retreat first.
Knowing how terrifying a clash between Title Douluo could be, Ye Cixin hurriedly scooped Meng Chen up and ran.
But she was far too hasty. Meng Chen's entire head was buried in her chest.
"Mmff, mmff!"
Give me some air! Give me some air!
Meng Chen could not even speak and could only cry out inwardly.
Left with no other choice, Meng Chen reached out and tugged at Ye Cixin, reminding her.
Only then did Ye Cixin realize something was wrong, and she hurriedly put Meng Chen down.
Suddenly saved, Meng Chen gulped down great breaths of air. For the first time, he discovered just how precious air was.
Still shaken, he glanced at Ye Cixin's chest. No wonder people said tender embraces