"This? It's just a harmless duel." The young man slightly frowned: "We're not really out to kill each other. We attack from a distance, neither expending our spiritual power nor causing any harm. Leave room for others, so you can meet them again later." A draft lifted his bangs on his forehead, faintly revealing a white talisman symbol.
Is this phrase around now?
"How did you win then?" Luo Qianqian continued, pulling out a bottle of distilled water from behind her, holding it in the palm of her hand, puzzled as she looked at the young man.
"I broke through his punches in the end and placed my sword at his throat." The young man looked serious: "You guys didn't notice?"
Indeed couldn't notice, not even noticing that your footwork was relatively speaking...
"Take it." Luo Qianqian speechlessly handed out the water bottle, and after a brief flash on the boy's forehead in surprise, he generously offered a wooden box in return.
