Translator: Pika

  Pei Mianman’s expression grew frosty. “I’ll bite my own tongue and end my life if you dare cut up my face! Let’s see what you’ll use to get the Phoenix Nirvana Sutra out of Zu An then.”


  She could guess what Mosquito Daoist was thinking, and purposely said this to remind Zu An as well.

  Mosquito Daoist froze. “Oh? Girl, you look pretty delicate and fragile, but you have a pretty stiff backbone. It seems like you care a little bit about this face of your..