The suitcases were pushed directly in front of him.
But just as those wooden boxes were about to touch Li Tiangong's nose, the suitcases were pulled back.
Ji Qianqian retied the ropes behind her, "Sorry, I'm carrying too much, did I hurt you?"
Li Tiangong's breath hitched, he saw the murderous intent in Ji Qianqian's eyes. He also felt a chilling coldness piercing straight to his brow.
"As a person, you have to know your own limits. You see, I'm carrying so much, and it seems I'm overestimating my strength," he said.
Ji Qianqian's smile gradually turned cold, "What are you to speak like that? How dare you say that my Flag Leader is a calf not afraid of the tiger? Just an Artifact Refiner, if you dare to disrespect my Flag Leader again, I'll slaughter you!"
She then continued carrying a pile of luggage with disdain, following the few people in front.
