Wu Qianqiu's eyes widened, "Young Master, what are you saying! Isn't this like rubbing salt into the wound!"
Tang Tang realized she misspoke and glanced at her,
"Then you do it."
"No no no no!" Wu Qianqiu quickly shook her head.
She had witnessed Fan Wubing easily killing Pei Weiyi, who could fight ten of her.
This gave her some psychological trauma.
Even a Fifth-Tier Tribulation Immortal died so easily, let alone herself, a Fourth-Tier Tribulation Immortal.
Fan Wubing smiled slightly,
"Sorry to make you worry."
Tang Tang was stunned, "He is still smiling... Fan Wubing, don't lose your sanity. How can I explain this to Xiaoming!"
Fan Wubing squinted his eyes,
"Just now, you said, the dead cannot be resurrected?"
Tang Tang shrank her neck,
"I admit I misspoke, but you wouldn't hold a grudge against me, would you."
"How could I..." Fan Wubing laughed again.
Wu Qianqiu thought it wasn't good, finished! This guy was really provoked, gone mad!
Fan Wubing calmly said,
