Bai Qing raised her eyebrows and asked, “Do you think that I can’t deal with Han Songcheng. Are you being dismissive of me?”

Er Huzi was startled and raised his head. He didn’t think Bai Qingqing would ask him directly. He pondered for a few seconds. Having his thoughts pointed out made him a bit embarrassed, but he still stubbornly nodded. He slowly said, “Not dismissive, but I really don’t think you can deal with Han Songcheng.”

Just when Zhao Jiuge thought Bai Qingqing was going to lose her temper again, she instead gently nodded. “Tomorrow, I’ll bring you Han Songcheng’s head. Tell me then if you think I have the strength to deal with him.” After saying that, she left and continued walking into the village.

Er Huzi and Big Bear were completely shocked. They didn’t expect this beautiful young girl to say such shocking things. Only the old village chief remained calm.

Then Er Huzi muttered, “That old Daoist was very strong, but he still died to that piece of dog shit Han Songcheng.” Then he pouted as if he remembered something.

Although his voice was soft, Zhao Jiuge still heard this. Zhao Jiuge didn’t have any impression of Daoists. When he heard...