Lie Huo looked at Ximen Huai's head peeking out, beaming with joy.
His words were slightly mocking. In the past, Ximen Huai could only swallow it.
Less skilled, nothing to say.
But today he had just suffered a severe blow.
On top of that, he had drunk quite a bit of wine.
Now, the effect of the wine surged, courage bubbled up to his heart, and his eyes turned red instantly.
Especially the words 'not much skill,' which deeply pierced his heart, causing him to glare and curse at the Lie Huo, who he usually dared not provoke.
Maybe it was the liquor's strength, but now his thinking was more alert than usual.
He spewed curses nonstop and filthy, without pausing for even a pot of tea.
Lie Huo was left dumbfounded, unable to believe his ears.
His first reaction upon hearing the curses was astonishment.
Where did little Ximen Huai get the courage to curse him?
Then came the anger, does he have the nerve? How dare he continue without stopping?
Finally wanting to retort...
