"Why do you have this expression?" Kong Ming looked at the two of them curiously. "Aren't you under his control, succumbing to his tyranny? I helped you deal with him, you should be happy!"
"What a joke?" Linghu Jing slapped the stone table, shattering it, and said angrily, "You acted recklessly without understanding the situation?"
"Oh, oh, is our little Jingjing under some kind of love spell?" Kong Ming chuckled. "Sorry, I hurt your little lover without your permission!"
After a brief moment of anger, Linghu Jing calmed down and snorted, "I'm not worried about him. His abilities exceed your imagination. A glass of poisoned wine to take his life? Overestimating yourself!"
"Haha, you need to know, that's not ordinary poison wine, but the calamitous death spirit that once annihilated a Divine Race!" Kong Ming pursed her lips and smiled, seeming absolutely confident that she could be fatal to Xiao Chen.
