Everyone's expressions turned strange; especially Zhang Yao's friend's expression was even more exaggerated. At this point, he didn't know how to advise Zhang Yao anymore.
All of sudden, he realized that this bastard Zhang Yao was truly a disaster of a friend. That large mouth of his was too good at offending others.
At this moment, he even began to seriously consider if his own intellect had been affected from hanging out with Zhang Yao for so long.
A Thousand Year King had saved you from the Qing Family. It's fine if you're not grateful. But to even curse at your benefactor and call him pretentious!?
Coughing awkwardly, he began to back off little by little, increasing the distance between himself and Zhang Yao, afraid that he would be dragged into trouble by the idiot.
"Hm?"
Zhang Yao had already been blinded by jealousy earlier. Now that he heard Bei Feng's question, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.