Outside the arena, Zhu Zhuqing's gaze was transfixed. She always watched Dai Mubai, and when she saw the wildness in those evil eyes, the excitement in her heart was nearly uncontrollable.
She was different from Xiaowu. If Tang San were injured, Xiaowu would definitely want to rush to him immediately. But Zhu Zhuqing would not. Although she always remained composed and reserved toward Dai Mubai, in her heart, from the year she was born, the master of those evil eyes was destined to be her man.
Seeing her man show his might on the battlefield, she would never obstruct him. If possible, she would fight alongside him. If she could only be a spectator, then she would be just that. She would not worry about Mubai's victory or defeat. If he won, she would tend to his wounds; if he died, she would accompany him in death. Her man was strong, and Zhu Zhuqing had decided long ago when she truly recognized Dai Mubai's character, that she would never let her tears be a factor affecting him.
