บท 236: House of Hundred Treasures

He lowered his eyes and took a sip of wine before his deep voice sounded unhurriedly: "Seeing that you were able to get out alive from the Hell's Palace, I think that the Hell's Lord did not treat you too badly."

Hearing that, Feng Jiu cast a glance at him. Seeing that great beard of his covering a good half of his face and unable to see his countenance clearly, her gaze unconsciously roamed over that face guagingly.

Looking at those slightly familiar looking brows and eyes, her heart suddenly thumped and the smile at corners of her mouth froze. The tone of her voice was still lazy and tinged with a little bit of curiosity, she asked: "Uncle, how old are you actually? Keeping such a great big beard unshaven, don't you feel hot?"

Ling Mo Han raised his eyes and glanced at her to reply: "I'm used to it."

"Oh! You're used to it!"