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"It's not wrong. But do you think there is a difference between choosing to kneel and choosing to fight back? With the former, at least you can suffer less, while the latter is just hastening your own demise," Mingji said, his gaze involuntarily drifting to the dim horizon, as if waiting for dawn to arrive.
"Qi Xia and North Utmost Ridge are both heavily guarded. If your Ming God Clan insists on attacking, we have the defensive advantage of the terrain. On what grounds can we not stop their advance?" Zhu Minglang stated.
"Hahahaha, relying on Qi Xia's paltry troop strength, which is just a bunch of ordinary miscellaneous soldiers—no matter how numerous, what use are they!" The teenager Mingji burst into hearty laughter.
The corners of Zhu Minglang's mouth involuntarily curled up.
Watching the constantly laughing teenager Mingji, Zhu Minglang finally moved forward happily and gave him a clear, resounding, and utterly satisfying slap, once again swelling up Mingji's face!
