Chương 986: The Twentieth Sword Form

Founding Emperor leaned back in his chair, stretched out a single palm, and spread his five fingers apart as he laughed. "I want to beat you up this many times!"

Qin Mu burst out laughing. Crossing one ankle over his other leg and leaning one arm across the back of Divine King Shu Jun's chair, he replied leisurely, "You are copying me again. Why doesn't Celestial Venerable Qin beat me up ten times?"

Divine King Shu Jun was very uncomfortable, but because he only had one big head left, he was unable to remove Qin Mu's hand.

"Put your leg down!"

Qin Hanzhen finally couldn't suppress himself. Green veins popped on his forehead as he growled in a low voice, "Your leg hairs are showing! Look at yourself! You're not even wearing anything inside!"

Qin Mu hurriedly put down his leg and sat upright and still.

Divine King Lang Wo laughed softly as she helped Qin Mu pull down his red robes to cover his legs.