Chapter 424 - I Don’t Know You (1/2)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

“Everyone, absolutely do not misunderstand.” Mu Liangde hastily opened his mouth to speak. “Senior Brother Duan Yue, I really didn’t get close to the people from Ghost Faction. I…”

Duan Yue waved his hand, clearly not wanting to say anything more to him.

Liang Qingqing also looked at him disappointedly. “Senior Brother Mu, you already committed a wrong by mingling with the people from Ghost Faction.”

Mu Liangde opened his mouth, and then shut it to sit there sulkily with his stifled anger, his gaze directed towards the stage.

He saw the little girl ascending the stairs very steadily onto the stage.

A pure white snow leopard landed by her feet with a whoosh.

Chou An flew lightly onto the stage with a very graceful leap. It was impossible to see that she had been at her last gasp merely a few days ago from having her hand chopped off.

Chou An’s gaze landed proudly on Qiao Mu’s face. “You weren’t expecting this, right?”

She opened her mouth to speak with an incredibly raspy voice that seemed to have been whipped by innumerable vines. It was so hoa.r.s.e that it was simply terrifying.

“It actually wasn’t that unexpected. I just didn’t think that there would be people so stupid that they would rush to seek their death.” Qiao Mu said dryly while shaking her head.

“Sl*t!” Chou An cursed loudly, her eyes nearly about to shoot out a poisonous light. “Have you heard of a saying? It’s called ‘a scholar who has been away for three days must be looked at with new eyes!’”

Chou An’s right hand peeked out from her sleeve, and everyone automatically gasped in shock upon taking a clear look.

This person’s right arm no longer looked like a person’s hand but was rather like a withered branch, her fingers and nails, too, distorted like long withered vines.

“Demonic cultivator!” Someone abruptly shouted.

“Be careful, Little Junior Sister! This person fused with the abilities of an evil plant.”

“Hahahahaha!” Chou An proudly threw back her head in sardonic laughter. She then unveiled her gray headscarf to reveal a face that was so pale it looked a bit bizarre.

“Is my face pretty?” She used that hand that was distorted like a withered vine to lightly caress her fair and smooth face. “Is it pretty?”