"You're the one looking for a thrashing! Your entire family is looking for a thrashing!" Xu Mingzhu's anger flared, and with a draw of her hand, she summoned out a double-tipped spear with blades on both ends from her conscious.
"Talk when you've beaten me!"
Just as Xu Mingzhu leaped forth, a tiny figure suddenly swayed, popping out in front of Qiao Lin.
While wearing an amiable look on his small chubby face, the little monk stuck out a small pudgy finger, pointing it up above him at the leaping Xu Mingzhu. "This benefactress! This young monk observes that your face harbors malicious energy! The area between your brows is dark! This young monk fears that it is the portent of great misfortune!"
Qiao Mu's mouth twitched.
That instant, Qiao Lin's angry countenance also cracked up as she broke out into giggles.
"Come back!" On the other hand, Qiao Sen ran up irritably and picked up the little monk. "Why are you butting in for no reason?"
