Only for a moment.
Xue Fuxiao's face turned black and was hard to look at.
"I say, can we not mention that thing?"
Xue Fuxiao's face darkened, his tone even a bit resentful.
Pity my Emotion Cutting Saber's illustrious reputation shook the world for thousands of years, yet a disappointing descendant ended up being scared by a shout to the point of defecating on stage, truly losing face completely!
Yet somehow this matter is always brought up in front of me.
Although few have the qualification to joke about me with this, but that doesn't make it okay! Not even one!
But alas, there's someone here I can't afford to offend...
Dongfang Sansan only mentions this when in the best mood, just to make Xue Fuxiao feel uncomfortable for a moment.
In his view, bringing it up often lacks virtue.
But towards Xue Fuxiao... let it be, let it be a bit lacking.
Seeing this guy truly defenseless, Dongfang Sansan felt even better, thus stopped making things difficult for him.
