"Of course I didn't die," said Hu Feifei.
"Don't just say it's her, I can't die either. If you don't believe me, hit me," Ye Feng retracted his Holy Divine Form.
The woman remained still.
She felt that this couple in front of her must be seriously ill; otherwise, why would they provoke her?
"What exactly do you want?"
To get Ye Feng and Hu Feifei to leave, the woman had no choice but to take a step back and ask their purpose.
"I want you..." Ye Feng said.
"Scoundrel!" Before Ye Feng could finish, the woman coldly replied and waved her sleeve, "You want me? I think you want to die!"
A violent aura swept out.
Ye Feng saw himself being blasted apart, his eyes widened in shock, quickly reassembling his body, and cursed, "I wanted you to tell me the secret of Black Prison Peak, why did you blast me? Are you mad?"
The woman's face stiffened.
She realized she was overly sensitive, getting angry at mere snippets, clearly in a terrible state.
"Sorry."
The woman weakly apologized.
