C147 A Masterpiece That Was as If It Was Made by a God

Upon spotting Faang Han, the yellow-haired youth involuntarily shuddered and quickly retreated to stand behind Yue Qiluo, not uttering a single word.

"You're trying to frame me, but at least come up with a decent excuse. Do I look like I'm drunk to you?" Faang Han asked, his smile unwavering.

"You're just scared. Naturally, you'd sober up with death staring you in the face!" Gu Tong added