C82 What If I Die in Qingzhou?

As if he had seen the spectacular sight of his disciple being beheaded tomorrow, the Daoist man's eyes curved like a bridge, his unconcealable smile causing his hand holding the wine jug to tremble.

It was excitement, of course.

Li Xuanji said with a helpless expression, "How boring you are on this mountain. Other than killing me, do you have no other dreams?"

The Daoist said with a pout