Su Luo somewhat embarrassingly stuck out her tongue, but wouldn’t say anything.
“Didn’t I tell you that this was an eighth rank magical beast! What is a minor, insignificant, little third rank doing over here? Do you dislike not dying quickly enough, am I right?” Nangong Liuyun’s expression was coldly solemn, overbearingly interrogating her, a trace of lingering fear and concern flashing through his eyes.
He was really fierce…Su Luo stuck her tongue out.