"Damn it, you're actually serious?!"
Seeing Yao Rao wield the sword again, filled with killing intent, Sun Zhe couldn't help but feel bitter inside.
Yao Rao's face was flushed, unsure if it was out of shame or anger, as she sat astride Sun Zhe's stomach, raising the sword to stab down.
Unexpectedly, the next moment her slender waist was embraced by two strong hands, and before the sharp blade could pierce down, her delicate body was pushed away by a tremendous force.
"Damn it, you really think I'm easy to bully, huh?!"
Sun Zhe's anger surged, and after pushing Yao Rao away, he pounced again, forcefully snatching the sword from her hand.
To prevent her from grabbing the sword to cause harm again, this time Sun Zhe didn't choose to throw it away but directly stored it in the Storage Treasure.
Seeing this, Yao Rao's beautiful eyes trembled, she gritted her teeth and said, "Give me back the sword!"
"I simply won't!"
"You..."
