Eighth Master burst out laughing.
Su Yue'er was in a panic!
She quickly grabbed Eighth Master's sleeve, anxiously looking at Qin Yi: "Eighth Master, we agreed before... why aren't you keeping your word now..."
"Hmph! Still thinking about your pretty boy! Eighth Master is so wise and powerful, yet you dare think about another man, are you getting cheeky?"
He ripped his sleeve out of her grasp, gripped Su Yue'er's chin and his offensive breath sprayed onto Su Yue'er's face.
Su Yue'er was so frightened that her face turned pale and tears rolled down her cheeks!
An appealing image of a woman in distress.
But this did nothing to alleviate Eighth Master's hatred, but instead added fuel to the flame!
Swish!
He casually plucked a knife from a secret guard by his side and slapped Su Yue'er's face with the knife handle.
She screamed in horror, her face as pale as ashes, trembling with fear.