Ling Mohan turned around with a gloomy face, and saw the man with a disfigured face and disheveled hair staring at his pants in astonishment, as if he had been stimulated by something. His mouth was wide open, and his hands were still holding the pants that he had torn.
Seeing this, he raised his foot and kicked: "Let go!"
"thump!"
She was kicked into the hot spring in a daze. After drinking a few sips of the water, she struggled out of the water, only to find that the man who had just been standing there was gone.
"Hiss! Kick me again! Just wait for me!"
She slapped the water angrily and walked out. After hearing the noise outside, she quickly changed into dry clothes, rubbed her shoulder that was kicked, put on the mask with a cold face, and then walked outside.
"What are you arguing about!"
Her voice was slightly cold and she drank unhappily.
"master."
Leng Shuang came to her side and said, "They said someone broke into the Black Market Treasure Pavilion and stole some spiritual medicines. They chased that person here and insisted on going into the hot spring to take a look."
Fengjiu stared at the black market guards in front of her with cold eyes. Her gaze fell on the middle-aged man in the lead and she kicked him.
"Bang!"
The middle-aged man was kicked in the stomach without warning. He rolled a few steps away, gasped, and shouted angrily: "What are you doing!"
Fengjiu stepped forward, staring at him with a cold and sharp gaze that brought a sense of pressure: "Who gave you the courage to be so presumptuous in front of me? Didn't my attendant tell you that I was bathing in there?"
"You!" The middle-aged man glared at her, but did not dare to do anything to her.
"Still staring at me? Don't you want these eyes anymore?"
Her voice was icy, her eyes were chilling and arresting, and those words startled the middle-aged man, who immediately lowered his head and dared not stare at her anymore.
"snort!"
She shouted coldly, flicked her sleeves, and then walked towards the yard.
After the two men left, the middle-aged man raised his head sinisterly, clenched his fists in his sleeves, and said with disdain and contempt: "A man from a small ninth-class country really thinks he is a big shot? If you make a fool of yourself tomorrow, I will see what qualifications you have to be so frivolous!"
Back in the room, Leng Shuang saw that she was still angry. Thinking of the noise she had heard earlier, she knelt down in self-blame: "I failed in my duty, please punish me, Master!"
Sitting down at the table, Fengjiu poured a glass of water and drank it, waving her hand and saying, "Get up! This is none of your business."
She lowered her head and said, "No, it was because I didn't guard well enough that someone sneaked in and disturbed the master."
"I am no match for that man, let alone you."
She said nonchalantly: "Besides, I didn't suffer any loss. On the contrary, hey, I took off his pants."
When she said this, a weird and strange look appeared on her face. Thinking of the red shorts, the corners of her mouth couldn't help twitching.
Leng Shuang, who was kneeling on the ground, couldn't help but look up in surprise after hearing this.
"Okay, have a good rest tonight!" She motioned for her to go back and rest, and poured herself a few glasses of water while thinking about things.
Seeing this, Leng Shuang responded yes and then walked out.