"AI, we are both martial artists, but this attack is too vicious. It really offends the harmony of the heavens ..." When he passed by the body in the pool of blood, ye Qianhe sighed deeply and said in a very compassionate tone. His two hands were hidden in his sleeves, and he looked like a compassionate elder.
"That's right, that's right. Everything has a spirit. Even ants know how to steal their lives. It's really infuriating to be so vicious to kill one's own kind." Young master Zhang plucked the strings of his zither and sang in agreement, his face full of righteousness.
Originally, when Ling Chuxi saw that he had disregarded his own safety that day, she had been a little touched, so she had helped him cure his stutter. However, this fellow felt too good about himself for playing and singing at the same time, so he could not change it in a short time.
Thus, the two pretentious Masters sang the same tune, and they had a different kind of bearing.
