Hearing Shen Yao's voice, Ji Zhao loosened her foot.
"Cripple Shen, what's so good about relying on women? If you have the guts, let's compete to catch fish!"
After experiencing Ji Zhao's combat strength, the monkey-faced man no longer dared to speak ill of her.
However, the way he looked at Shen Yao was still filled with mockery.
However, Shen Yao chose to ignore it.
"Are you afraid?" The man became even more agitated when he saw Shen Yao turn around. "You don't dare to compete?"
"Who's afraid?" Ji Zhao scoffed. "If we win, kneel in front of my husband and bark like a dog three times!"
"Then if I win, Shen Yao will have to kneel in front of me and kowtow three times!"
"Kowtow?"
Shen Menghu, the village chief of Shanghe Village, patted the man's head angrily and said with a straight face, "Hurry up and go into the river to catch fish."
"Ouch, Uncle Hu, can you be gentler?" The man shrank his head and said aggrievedly.
