บท 1408: God of Plague (3)

Slow-witted, Huang Yingying hadn't figured out what had happened, but Yun Luofeng and Ji Jiutian both discovered something from this conversation. The sapphire hairpin stolen by Ou Ya was the token of the Witchcraft Tribe, which meant that... the Saintess of the Witchcraft Tribe was actually Huang Yingying?

"Why are you interested in these things?" Yun Luofeng cast a sidelong glance at Ji Jiutian and asked.

"Well..." Ji Jiutian stroked his chin, with a wicked smile on his enchanting face, "because I find there is a better solution than fighting. You know, I'm always mild-mannered and don't like killing and fighting. I think we'd better convince them by reasoning."

"Don't talk nonsense."

Ji Jiutian smiled, "Fine, I like flogging the cur that's fallen into the water."

Yun Luofeng gave a faint smile. And then the man's low and wicked voice rang behind her again.