Zheng-Fu's Anger

“Wha... what... what happened?”

“Wha... what... what was it just now? Why did his body disappear?”

"Impossible... Or is he a ghost!!?”

After Lu-Ying-Ying's sword pierced through Zheng-Fu's shadow, it slid into the long bench that Zheng-Fu was sitting on. The women's voices immediately rang out in shock and dazed as to what had happened. Why did the young man's figure there disappear?

Even Lu-Ying-Ying could not figure out what had happened. But soon, she regained her composure and immediately looked around to find out where Zheng-Fu was. But there was no Zheng-Fu’s figure existing anywhere in this practice courtyard.

“Come out, you idiot!!! Lewd guy!!! You bastard!!!” Lu-Ying-Ying shouted furiously, insulting Zheng-Fu and condemning all kinds of things. But Zheng-Fu still did not show up. This made the young woman even angrier than before.

“Niece Ying-Ying, calm down first and listen to Uncle. What that Young Master..."