Looking at Wen Ran's eager face, Qin Fengsheng almost felt like vomiting blood.
"Seriously, are you addicted to fighting now?"
Wen Ran blinked, "Is that not okay?"
Qin Fengsheng: "..."
Well, it's okay, but who can stand such intense and brutal fights?
"Forget it," Qin Fengsheng said weakly, "You're the real queen. I'm not going to talk to you anymore; I need to rest and recuperate.
If you want to keep fighting..."
He paused, searching the crowd with his eyes.
The soldiers: "..."
What the heck?
Feeling like they were about to be beaten to death, they wondered if it was now someone else's turn to suffer?
But, truth be told, despite their complaints, they were still eager to give it a try.
At that moment, a few brave souls stepped forward to spar with Wen Ran.
How to put it...
As soon as they started, it was evident how skilled Qin Fengsheng was.
They were still a bit clumsy.
