“Long Chen, are you ok?” Tang Wan-er worriedly asked Long Chen. She still felt guilty about this.

She had been too careless just now, allowing Lei Qianshang to launch a sneak attack through a gap. She had harmed Long Chen once more.

“Great goddess, for you to care about me so much, could it be that you see me in a new light?” Long Chen laughed, winking mischievously.

That trace of guilt within her vanished without a trace.

That powerful and heroic Long Chen had definitely been possessed by a ghost or something. This infuriating hooligan was definitely the real him.

“Rascal, are you asking for death?” Tang Wan-er glared at him.

“Hehe, that’s right; I like you better this way,” laughed Long Chen.

“You really are a scoundrel. I’m trying to properly talk to you… hey wait, who cares what you like? You dare take advantage of me?” Tang Wan-er realized what Long Chen had said and grabbed his collar.

“Hey, hey, hey, great goddess, aren’t you damaging your image? Us brothers are all watching. Just now we fought with our lives, and now in the blink of an eye you want to get rid of us now that we’re useless? With such cruel treatment, aren’t you afraid of frightening...