Su Luo propped herself up and retreated, her face pale, her eyes filled with extreme hatred, "Since ancient times, the victor has been king, and the vanquished has been the bandit, but I don't know how long the song of victory that belongs to you, Yu Jingrong, will last."
Yu Jingrong offered a light smile, "No matter how long it lasts, I will never be as pathetic as you! Do you know why?"
Su Luo sneered, "Don't speak too confidently!"
