"Tsk!" Upon hearing this, the hammer in He Wenyu's hand slowly fell onto his own chest, causing him to take two steps back and step into a puddle that had appeared out of nowhere. Yet, He Wenyu still looked reluctant: "So boring."
"The fourth match of the first round in this division, Nine Heavens Pavilion wins!" The referee announced loudly on stage since the opponent forfeited.
Luo Qianqian just sheathed her dagger, waved her little hand, and smiled slightly at the people in the sky: "You guys should climb down by yourselves, really, for those who have bad intentions, I truly don't feel like helping."
Since there were no more matches for today, and as it was getting dark, Luo Qianqian directly took He Wenyu's arm: "What do we eat tonight?"
He Wenyu was very cooperative: "I'm kind of craving barbecue, but after seeing too many greasy looks today, let's have something plain, like hotpot?"
