"How do you plan to deal with the Golden Winged Roc Clan?"
After the prank, Qin Yi felt cheerful and turned to look at Yun Mengyao.
Yun Mengyao walked over, sat down in front of Qin Yi, picked up a small dried fish covered in chili powder and put it in her mouth. Her fair face instantly turned red, her voice a bit hoarse, and she said, "Kill two every day, I want the Golden Winged Roc Clan to live in fear forever."
Qin Yi looked at her face, unsure if it was hatred or the spiciness that caused it, and nodded slightly.
He could understand Yun Mengyao; with such deep hatred, this was not too much.
Yin Qianqian handed over a teacup, "Have some."
She knew exactly how spicy those small dried fish covered in chili powder were.
"Thank you!"
Yun Mengyao thanked her but didn't take the teacup; instead, she picked up another small dried fish and tossed it into her mouth, with sweat immediately forming on her forehead.
"What are you doing?"
