Mu Wenchang was both angry and embarrassed. He threw away his weapon after one round and shouted angrily, " "Damn it, despicable!"
Yunxiao was speechless. I took your weapon back after you slashed me with your saber. How is that despicable? " Do you want me to stand still and let you cut me? that's not despicable!"
"No matter how glib your tongue is, it's useless!" Mu Wenchang sneered.
Yunxiao suddenly found that he could not communicate with them at all. He slapped his forehead powerlessly and said, " "Mu Jie, I'm busy at the moment and don't have time to play with you. If you move away, I can pretend that nothing has happened."
