"Miss Feng Qing, I heard from them just now that your marksmanship is very good. I wonder who you learned it from?" Not wanting to dwell on the topic of candies, Xing Yue changed the topic.
The corners of Feng Qing's lips curled up. "Thank you for your praise, Mr. Xing Yue. My master is more low-key and didn't allow me to say his name, so I'm sorry."
Xing Yue did not mind at all. He smiled and said, "Just call me by my full name in the future. It sounds too distant to call me mister. If you're willing, you can call me Brother Xing Yue. All my friends in Xia country call me that."
Before he could finish his sentence, they clearly felt a cold air emanating from Netherworld. The cold bone-chilling feeling made people shiver.
Feng Qing looked at Xing Yue as ripples appeared in her eyes. The 'Brother Xing Yue' from before was still reverberating in her ears. Coupled with his sunny and handsome face and gentle voice, her little heart fluttered a few times.
