"You seem to be in quite a hurry." Qian Shui said with a smile.
Mu Qingge smiled slightly and said to him, "Anyway, whether early or late, it's still a fight, so why beat around the bush?"
This sentence finally succeeded in making the harmless smile on Qian Shui's face disappear. Those seemingly weak eyes gradually turned cold.
Mu Qingge squinted her eyes, secretly vigilant, and thought to herself: 'This is how the top ten disciples should be in front of the palace!'
The harmless or weak appearance is one side of Qian Shui, and also his disguise.
"Fine, since you're in such a hurry, I'll grant your wish. Originally, I wanted to chat with you more." Qian Shui smiled again, only this time the smile held no warmth.
"No need. After it's over, if Senior Brother Qian Shui still wants to chat with me, I'll gladly accompany." Mu Qingge said directly.
Qian Shui said with a smile, "You've got personality, not bad."
