"Chunlu... Chunhe..." Yang Xiao kept chewing on these words, trying to connect them with another word.
"Don't think about it any further, the last character is either 'lou,' 'fang,' 'lu,' or 'zhai,' something of that sort, basically, it's a place name," Xiang Fengchen said.
Xiang Fengchen, a veteran of the world of martial arts, always spoke in halves, keeping the initiative in his own hands, even though Yang Xiao did not feel the remaining people could pose any threat to him.
"Yang, that thing I promised you before is now null and void. You'd better find someone else if you want Jiang Qingluan to warm your bed."
Upon hearing this, Yang Xiao was stunned and then angrily retorted, "When did I ever tell you I wanted to capture Jiang Qingluan for that?"
"You didn't say it out loud, but you thought it."
"Do I look like that kind of person to you?"