บท 1015: The Mischievous Qingqing, Uncle's Identity Revealed (1)

"…"

This remark plunged the surroundings into a dead silence.

The only sound was the whistling wind, weaving through the sturdy pine trees.

Si Fuqing's reaction caught everyone off guard.

Standing over 1.7 meters tall, she was not short, but in front of these savage barbarians, she seemed rather petite.

The guards stationed at the North State border for years had been captured by these barbarians. What chance did a young girl have against them?

The barbarians didn't take her words seriously at all.

"Oh, you don't understand?" Si Fuqing nodded and repeated her warning in the native language of the extreme northern tribes, smiling. "Understand now?"

Xi Jiang was stunned.

He had never seen such provocation before.

It seemed he still had a lot to learn.

Xi Jiang took a step back, his eyes unblinking as he began to observe.

Si Fuqing's second sentence thoroughly enraged the group of natives.