"Hehe, I know you don't think much of those fallen flowers and withered willows, and don't want to associate with them! I didn't mention it as I was afraid it might cause you trouble!"
"What the hell? Fallen flowers and withered willows? You might as well say more if you can, otherwise stop mixing metaphors with me, it's inappropriate!" Upon hearing Wang Xiaomin's explanation, Yue Feng felt a bit unsettled.
"Anyway, that's more or less what I meant! You get what I'm trying to express!" Wang Xiaomin said, blinking his sly little eyes rather cleverly.
"Let's talk about it when we get back after the competition! I still don't know how this afternoon's match will end. If I can beat Han Luofeng, hopefully, his influence will be of use!"
"Uh, Brother Feng, you're uneasy about competing with Han Luofeng this afternoon?"
Hearing the implication in Yue Feng's words, Wang Xiaomin seemed as if he had seen a ghost. In his heart, Yue Feng was the war god who always remained undefeated.
