C338 Despicable Sword Slave

"Don't talk nonsense!"

"Get Ye Ling out here right now! I, Jian Shuang, want to challenge him!"

Jian Shuang's face was solemn and cold, her eyes slightly narrowed as she stared angrily at Feng Yu. Why would her sword slave need anyone to suspect that she came here?

Feng Yu was speechless. With a strange expression, he shook his head and smiled at Jian Shuang