"Despicable outsiders..."
The Minotaur lay on the ground, one of its horns broken, more than a dozen ribs shattered, its body a gory mess, yet it still clung to life.
Opposite him, Xiemen Waidao sat on the ground, gasping for breath and wiping sweat from his face, saying, "What a great opponent."
"You'd better take off your equipment first," said Mukuai 1234, expressionless, as she was held in Xiemen Waidao's hand, "and you're really despicable."
She had considered fighting side by side with Xiemen Waidao, but definitely not like this.
If one could hold expectations for such a guy, there must be something wrong with their brain.
Not just the Minotaur, Liuzi, who was watching the battle, covered her face and muttered to herself, "Why do I know such a despicable scum."
"It's not your fault," the Goddess of Art comforted Liuzi, patting her on the shoulder, "Who hasn't run into a few jerks when they were young?"
