"Do not be afraid, I will be good to you."
When Feng Jiu heard those words coming out from the grey robed old man's mouth, she felt an immense chill shoot through her entire being, and goosebumps jumped all over her, the corners of her mouth suddenly developing an uncontrollable twitch.
Especially when that old man was even looking at her with a strangely excited glint in his gaze. The kind of disgust she felt, was just indescribable.
She gazed depreciating at him and rubbed her arms over the goosebumps that had appeared saying: "Old thing, shouldn't you hold up a mirror and look at that old man that looks exactly like a dried up orange before you speak? You are already a person who has one foot inside the coffin and you can still be so utterly shameless."
The sarcastic words filled with such disdain caused the grey robed old man's gaze to darken and even the smile on his face faded, whereby his body then turned to give out a malicious aura as he stared at Feng Jiu.
