. good-for. nothing ... Xu Erlang grumbled in his heart.
Miao Youfang, on the other hand, was not familiar with Lina, so he did not participate in the criticism. Otherwise, with his low-level desire to survive, he could have already started a rap about Lina around Mose.
"What's a Daoist?"
While mo sang turned to look at Xu Erlang, Miao Youfang used his huajin ability to secretly change the chess piece.
Mose listened to his chest, gathered his tongue, and spat out like a Buddhist mantra, ""The flying Sparrow!"
"What?"
Xu Erlang raised his head in shock.
Miao Youfang stared at mo sang with a dumbfounded expression.
Mose was very satisfied with their dumbfounded expressions. He raised his chest and said, "
"Lina has been in Jianghu for half a year. She's deeply loved by you central Plainsmen and is known as the swordswoman in the swallow."
As expected of a scholar, Xu cijiu's expression remained the same as he slowly said, "
"Who told you that?"
