Jing Xuan's sharp gaze swept over them coldly.
They shuddered down their spines, chilled to the bone, as if a snake was coiling around their necks.
Unable to help himself, one of the thugs turned to look at Jing Xuan, only to be frightened into shivering violently when he caught the cold sharpness of his gaze. "Damn, that guy is staring at us!"
"No way, has he figured out what we want to do?"
"Is he Sun Wukong? Can he tell who's a demon and who's human?"
"Are you a demon?"
"You're the demon!"
"Hey, why are you hitting me?"
"You call me a demon, so I hit you!"
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Jing Xuan looked at Tang Huai standing in front of him.
Her figure in the cheongsam was so stunning it made one tremble.
Especially since the skirt had a slit...
Jing Xuan's eyes turned cold as he commanded in a low voice, "Come here!"
Liao Xiaoxiao sensed trouble and had already slipped away.
Tang Huai turned around, looking at him in confusion, "Are you talking to me?"