Erlong was shocked. Borrowing the strength of Dapeng, he stood up in a sorry state. Touching his bruised arm, he said faintly, "I know Miss Jiang has good intentions. She wants us to be sparring partners, and she also wants us to increase our martial strength. However, this is too painful."
He could not take it.
Dapeng could only pat Erlong's shoulder. He was the one who was going to be beaten up next.
He could quickly empathize.
Before dawn, Dapeng had also retreated to the side in a sorry state. His face was slightly green and he was unwilling. However, he knew that he would not be able to withstand a few moves from Elder Mo. It was too normal.
He had to work harder.
Jiang Li looked at her watch and then at Erlong. "Go and see who is free. Come and help."
Erlong trembled and raised his head with difficulty. He suggested seriously, "Miss Jiang, it's very late."
