Xia Ling and the others all rolled their eyes simultaneously. This jerk, what time was it, and he was still in the mood to make such a crude joke.
"Husband, you should really focus on thinking about how we're going to handle tonight.
Now in our Great Xia Mansion, we also have a few hundred people. We might not be able to match the enemy in numbers, but our people are strong. We can fight, and our chances of winning are not small."
Xia Ling said seriously.
"You guys don't have to fight tonight." Long Chen said, "I want to feed my sword with the blood and souls of our enemies."
Feed the sword?
Everyone was stunned again.
"How can you do this? We don't need you to fight alone, we can help you."
Zhao Churan said anxiously.
"Really, there's no need." Long Chen smiled, "The enemy is too weak, not even worthy of your efforts. If I can't handle them, then you can help me, right?"
"This..."
Xia Ling faltered.
