章 2089: Face Slapping of the Ecstatic Rapture Palm (16)

Jun Wu Xie's gaze slowly turned back, the cold clear pair of eyes not looking at Jiang Yun Long.

Jiang Yun Long thought that Jun Wu Xie had been scared out of her wits and he started laughing even more haughtily.

"All of you, have just succeeded, in getting me riled up." Those soft words came out slowly from Jun Wu Xie's mouth, her slightly lowered gaze and the long luscious lashes hiding the fiery light in her eyes.

Jiang Yun Long's brows creased up, not understanding why Jun Wu Xie would say that.

Jun Wu Xie then raised her hand up without a word, and tugged off the tiny little silver stud from her earlobe.