"I don't want to fight him anymore."
Tang Wan stepped back, trembling, a look of disdain on her face, "Dirty hands."
Silence fell upon Zhu Qianyun next to her, her gaze complex as she looked at the proud Guo Lingyun, uncertain of what to do next. Holding her long blade, she was neither ready to lift it nor drop it, and even the desire to threaten had faded.
"Is he really your friend?"
Hei Mao (Black Cat) lowered his head, looked at the silent Zhou Li, and said with a complicated expression, "Can't you have an anthropomorphic creature in your circle of friends?"
"Sigh..."
Zhou Li let out a long sigh, a thousand words left unspoken.
