As the words fell.
A sinister aura rushed towards the face.
Tu'er lightly tapped on the tabletop, her gaze deep.
In the courtyard,
Murderous intent gradually surfaced.
"No matter what you plan."
"But I advise you."
"The Resistance Army does not tolerate outsiders' arrangements."
"Such words, I do not wish to hear a second time."
Compared to the respect and caution shown in front of the Spiritual Martial King.
Facing Chen Sheng, whose strength was far weaker than her own, Tu'er's style of conduct was indeed befitting of her appearance and name.
"Alright, alright, alright."
"I won't say it then."
Chen Sheng raised both hands in a gesture of surrender, his face wearing a teasing smile.
"Then I dare not waste your time with more words."
"If you want me to join the Resistance Army, fine."
"But I have two conditions."
His arm slowly swung in front of Tu'er, forming a two.
Something was amiss.
Seeing Chen Sheng's performance.
Tu'er's brow subconsciously furrowed.
