C291 The second half of the secret of tiger's roar whip(2)

Ling Tianfei sat on a bamboo chair and poured himself a cup of cold tea, drinking it all in one gulp. When the cold tea entered his throat, it was like a clear stream rushing down, dispersing much of the anger he felt all along the way.

He sighed comfortably, then looked at Marquis Xiao Yao with a sidelong glance, smiled and said: "I don't understand marquis's words very clearly