"You're saying I'm sick?" Jiang Jiujue's whiskers were twisted in anger, and unable to think of anything else to say, he just kept repeating, "You dare say I'm sick???"
Xia Ye seemed much calmer, "Yes, I said it, what about it?"
Jiang Jiujue pointed at her nose, "If you say that again, I'll get angry!"
Xia Ye, "Then I'll say it again, you're sick."
Jiang Jiujue, "Demoness! I'm really angry now!"
In the human world, no one over ten years old would argue like this.
But for these two old fairies, who had an average age of over 4000 years, such childish bickering was an everyday occurrence.
In the end, it was Xia Ye who first escaped from the vicious cycle, "If you're not sick, then what are you? Who would fancy marrying into the Jiang Family?"
"You don't want to..." Jiang Jiujue laughed with a smile uglier than a cry, "Now the whole city is buzzing with the rumor that you've enchanted Heavenly Dao, and it's common knowledge. How could you possibly not get married?"
