As a chess piece in the board, a salted fish in the pond, Chen Xuantian also knew that being in Jianghu, he really had no choice. At this moment, he had no choice but to stare at the layout with bulging eyes, secretly memorizing the design specifications of the Taiyin Immortal Palace.
But whether it was because as a salted fish, Chen Xuantian's eyes were too lively, or the woman had an eerily sharp sixth sense.
While a group of ancestors and company's black-clad female models were busy drawing, Yu Zao suddenly turned her head and glanced over, catching the stealthy fish eyes peeping at her, making her frown and give a sideways glance.
The black-clad model beside her immediately understood, and without a word, lifted her robe, took a long stride, and flew towards the fish pond! A hand knife slashing towards the fish head!
Chen Xuantian cursed under his breath, "Crap!" Then urgently ducked his head, raising his face from the water surface!
The White Carp glanced at him,
