"AHHH! MO QIANG YOU!"
Mo Qiang, who was being yelled at by the god of war, poked out her tongue and chuckled with a light-hearted expression on her face. Who asked this man to go against her and even step on her face? She asked him to hand him a single fruit really calmly and yet he treated her in such a manner. Of course, if he had been a tad polite while dealing with her, she would have been just as polite with him.
Xiao Jiao looked at her chuckle and shuddered. This was the reason why she never wanted to get on Mo Qiang's wrong side; this woman was so petty that she didn't even think twice before going against the god of war; compared to that, what was a little fairy like her?
She wished that Mo Qiang would never turn her back on her or else she would be the one in trouble.
