Damn Corpse King, don't you dare fall into my hands!
Mu Chen gritted his teeth.
This class was exceptionally frustrating for Mu Chen.
After class, Xin Lin let Little Xinzhuo leave first, and she stayed behind obediently.
Mu Chen walked weakly up to Xin Lin, staring at her.
"Be honest, do you know something?"
"Master Mu, what are you talking about?"
Xin Lin blinked her innocent big eyes.
It had to be said, Xin Lin had a pair of deceptively big eyes, with clear distinction between the whites and blacks, a bit of puzzlement in their clarity, nothing about them looked deceitful.
"Forget it, I guess you don't know. That damn Corpse King, may he fall into my hands."
Mu Chen cursed again fiercely.
"Master Mu, is there something you want with me?"
Xin Lin pretended not to hear.
Because she had clearly heard a disdainful snort from within her Sealing Spirit Talisman No.1.
