"You called me a pretty boy?"
Jiang Ding looked at Liu Hongshao, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and asked with some curiosity.
This was the first time someone had called him that, how novel.
"Swordsman..."
Liu Hongshao was terrified, her teeth chattering.
In an instant, she recalled the scene from seventeen years ago, the first time they met, when she was severely injured by a sword. She also remembered the many years spent hunting down the remnants of the Demon Country's man-eating monsters.
Wherever she went, there was a rain of blood and flesh, and many man-eating monsters died.
Now, this terror was befalling her.
"Swordsman, spare my life!"
Liu Hongshao pleaded pitifully, "Your servant has toiled for the dojo for so many years, if not for merit, then for the hard work. I have made painstaking efforts to build the Demon Country and bring about today's Tushan Immortal City..."
