Qin Ling lightly touched him, with a hint of anger, "Do you want me to say it?"
"Only an idiot wouldn't say it, a smart person always protects themselves first."
"You—" Qin Ling was infuriated.
Who had he encountered? She wasn't moved at all and instead called him an idiot.
Mo Liancheng secretly wanted to laugh. She really knew how to tease people, but he still kept a straight face, admonishing the overly smug young lady, "Tan'er, don't do that. If it weren't for Qin Ling's status as an Alchemist and his value to the Emperor, he might have been directly subjected to a Soul Search."
"Exactly! Only the Master understands me." Qin Ling was filled with emotions. A man, indeed only a man can understand. Yet this word "Master," Qin Ling said it willingly.
Qu Tan'er looked at Qin Ling in astonishment.
Master?! This guy is pulling this move… competing with her for Chengcheng?!
This time, Mo Liancheng believed him.
