Shangguan Min Yue, fighting alone, wielded her longsword so tightly that not even the wind could penetrate.
Surrounded but still full of fighting spirit.
The sound of clashing metal was ceaseless.
Zhao Jiaqi watched with a heart pounding in fear.
"Hey, what exactly can you do? Hurry up and tell me!"
The Soft Sword by her side was still pressed against Xiaoquan Jianlang's neck.
Weaponless, she looked anxiously at Lin Fan.
"If I remember correctly, just moments ago you two were at knife's throat with me, and it's not the first time I'm rescuing her, yet I never get any reward, so why should I tell you?"
Lin Fan propped up his cheek casually.
This fiery woman was definitely fickle as can be.
Saving her would bring no words of gratitude.
Why should he bother?
"But... but we are all children of Zhonghua... you can't just stand by and watch us die.
Zhao Jiaqi eagerly picked up the whip of morality.
