"Lying?" Qian'er's pretty face showed a doubtful expression.
"How could it not be? Look, so many bodyguards, a dozen or so, he dealt with them all. And that show-off guy, he got defeated by Brother Yi. Brother Yi really tricked us hard!"
Song Wuliang beat his chest and stamped his feet, looking as if his heart was pierced.
But Qian'er shook her head and said, "Brother Fang was also injured."
Song Wuliang said, "That was faked!"
"Using spitting blood to trick us, Brother Fang isn't that bored." Qian'er said blandly, suddenly thinking of something else: "By the way, why hasn't Sect Leader Hua and the others arrived? Could something have happened on the way?"
Song Wuliang shrugged, he didn't know, and said, "Maybe there was traffic on the way."
Traffic?
Qian'er didn't quite believe it.
For some reason, a vague sense of unease arose in her heart, always feeling that things wouldn't be this simple.
