C1851 I Am a Martial Cultivator

"Little Madman?"

Mr. Hai and his companions' expressions froze. Who was this 'Little Madman'?

The question simultaneously sprang to their minds.

But in that instant, Feng Zhentian's lips twitched slightly. "Come on, big sister, do you really have to call me Little Madman?"

As Feng Zhentian spoke, he leisurely lifted his head, which had been lost in reverie, and flashed a wry smile