It was as if he had even taken off his pants, and he was actually showing me the same logic. He didn't want to fight because he felt that the difference in strength between the two sides was too great, and it was inconvenient to spar.
On the other hand, si Jinning, who was watching from the side, was very amused. He had always been committed to studying how book-telling should not only talk about the past but also the present. Therefore, he would also write some strange stories and make them into short paragraphs to talk about. The response was quite good. Usually, he liked to walk around the streets and chat with everyone. Perhaps he would have material to write about.
"This young craftsman must have a story. Maybe I can talk to him more and he'll write a story." The way si Jinning looked at Yuan Zhou was sparkling, even more so than gold.
