chapter 101 Immortal weapon changes hands

Her soft black hair was tied into a ponytail, with a few strands of hair stained with sweat sticking to her forehead. Her small face, which was enough to make any man infatuated, was filled with unspeakable anger and helplessness.

At this moment, Jing Ningxue, who was wearing an apron, was scrubbing the floor desperately, as if she treated the floor as someone. She unknowingly used her True Qi, so much so that the friction between the rag and the floor caused a few wisps of green...