"Hey, I don't like what you said. What do you mean 'die together with me'? I'm not the one dying." Bei Yun said, waving his finger in the air.
His face still carried a smile, making Qiao Xiaomai wish she could pull out a gun from thin air and shoot him dead.
This beast, this demon—how many more people does he plan to harm? Why doesn't heaven intervene and take him away? Why doesn't a bolt of lightning strike him dead?
Bei Yun saw Qiao Xiaomai glaring at him with reddened eyes but remaining silent. He chuckled and continued, "Are you cursing me in your heart? Don't bottle it up. If you've got something nasty to say, go ahead and curse me to my face. Don't hold it in and hurt yourself. If something happens to you, then where will my Floral Dew come from? Curse me if you want, but don't keep it bottled up."
"Even if I die, I won't make another jar of Floral Dew for you." Qiao Xiaomai gritted her teeth and said.
"No need for that, is there?" Bei Yun looked slightly surprised.
