Xu Xiaomo was equally nervous. Beiting Huang was the first brother she had acknowledged, and although their interactions hadn't been many, she liked Beiting Huang very much. She absolutely wouldn't allow anything to happen to Beiting Huang under her watch, "Chi Fei, Chi Lan, I don't care—if my brother can't win, you all have to help me out. The four of us will gang up on this bastard!"
"What?"
Chi Lan thought he was hallucinating; he was somewhat simple-hearted. Although he was one of the two sons of the Nine-Colored Great Sovereign of Holy Sword Ridge, he'd never bullied the weak. Not to mention interfering in someone else's duel, but also to gang up and beat someone? He hadn't even considered such a thing, "This... isn't very nice, is it?"
Chi Fei also had psychological barriers, staring at Xu Xiaomo with pleading eyes, "I think your brother Little Ninth probably has everything under control, so you needn't worry too much!"
