Lu Qianjiao looked at Li Banfeng: "Little Brother, you're really lucky to have the world's most beautiful woman with you."
Zhao Xiaowan was a bit surprised: "General Lu, you're flattering me, are you really saying I'm the world's most beautiful woman?"
Lu Qianjiao sighed: "I didn't want to say that, but so many men are blind and think you're the most beautiful."
Hong Ying twirled the long spear, looked at Lu Qianjiao and said: "Wretch, still want a fight?"
Lu Qianjiao glared: "What am I afraid of you for?"
Li Banfeng walked over to his wife, trying to hand her the keys: "If I don't make it back, remember to go home on your own."
Wife shook her head: "Husband, keep the keys, with the Old Man by your side, I can be more at ease."
Li Banfeng touched his wife's palm, ready to lead everyone onto the bridge.
The Peddler gave a pair of shoes to Lu Qianjiao: "Both of them walk fast, make sure to keep up."
Lu Qianjiao put on the shoes, and touched the Peddler's face.
