Xiao Yuchuan and Chang Haotian barely stood firm, a flash of pain across Chang Haotian's face, "Are you afraid Xiao Yuchuan will lose, or do you just want to help him?"
Su Qingyue didn't deny it, "People like you and me always focus on the result, why care about the process? Third brother's mastery of poison is exceptional; he started learning martial arts much later than you. Competing with you was already unfair. Do you have the ability to fight poison with him?"
"..." He said nothing. Because he didn't know how to use poison.
"Xiao Yuchuan is my husband, I won't stand by and watch him get hurt." Su Qingyue's gaze was calm as water, "If Master Chang leaves a cut on my husband's body, I'll make two on you."
Under his wife's protection, Xiao Yuchuan didn't feel embarrassed; he happily walked to her side, "Dear, you're really good to me." He held his chest, "I got injured just now."
