Yang Ruxin couldn't bear to scold the two girls, let alone Gu Qingheng, even she couldn't resist the two girls' coquettishness.
The little girls were missing, and the ship was in chaos again.
No matter how busily the people on the ship searched, they couldn't find any trace of those three people, as if their previous appearance was just a dream.
The Saint Lord finally flew into a rage.
This time, his own spacious room suffered, and even his previously favorite tea set was instantly reduced to rubble.
"This man has body odor," Lun Dou pointed outside at the furious Saint Lord.
"Mom, why is this person targeting us?" Huang Dou curiously asked Yang Ruxin.
"This..." Yang Ruxin hesitated, how was she supposed to tell them?
"Mom, tell us," Lun Dou also leaned over, "We're not busy right now anyway."
"Alright then." Yang Ruxin nodded and picked some exciting bits from the past events of the Flame Sect and Sun Cult, recounting them like a story.
