Mu Han Yan and the others were drenched in cold sweat, none of them expected that Chen Xuefeng's taste would be so unique. Judging from the lascivious gleam in his eyes, these words were clearly not sarcastic, but heartfelt.
"Bring her back, make her the Lady of the Blood Wind Thieves," Chen Xuefeng roared, instructing his subordinates.
"Uh..." The ruthless bandits, who did not blink when killing, were all left mouth agape, subconsciously unable to utter a word.
Mu Han Yan suddenly thought, considering Chen Xuefeng's unique taste, it was estimated that his former Family Head's precious daughter would also have a unique appearance. Had he not fled home as a guilty thief, he might have become the star son-in-law of the Priest Family—what a pity.
"What are you standing around for?" Chen Xuefeng stared at Miss Yuyu with infatuation, and seeing that everyone was just dumbfounded without any response, he shouted angrily.
