The brothers felt Bai Lu's energy blast like a super hurricane ripping off the roof, their hearts pounding in response to Bai Lu's fury. Yao Ye, who was closest, had no escape and quickly plugged his ears with his fingers.
At this moment, only the brave Lord Jun Ye dared to marry Sister Bai Lu. Well, now no one thinks Bai Lu is pitiful for marrying Jun Ye; rather, they are amazed at Jun Ye's ability to withstand Bai Lu's hurricane-like roar without changing his poker face. No anger, no joy, no sorrow, no worry; just the cold words: "You came here to cause trouble, so why drink?"
"Am I drinking? You ask me why I'm drinking? What about you? What are you doing here with them? Eating, drinking, and having fun!" As Bai Lu pointed a finger towards Jun Ye's brothers in the room, they all felt like prisoners singled out, fearfully swallowing, dreading the gallows.
