Dao Sansheng instinctively moved to cover the cucumber, his hands freezing halfway up as his cheeks flushed so deeply they seemed about to drip water.
"Zhao Xuan, you deserve to die!"
Just as he was about to erupt, Qingxu's dignified voice sounded in his ear: "Sansheng, although you are on good terms with Senior Sect Master Zhang and little friend Zhao Xuan, you cannot make such jokes."
Chapter 189