Leng Qingqiu came from a prestigious family and received a highly advanced education; coupled with her fitness hobby, her body wasn't frail.
But even so, in Lu Yu's eyes, her build still seemed as weak as someone who couldn't even truss a chicken.
One must know that having a good physique and battlefield experience are two entirely different matters.
A person trained in flesh and blood combat can remain calm and composed in the face of life and death, whereas an ordinary person—even with well-developed muscles and exercise systems—if untrained in combat, would just freeze there clueless when facing such a situation!
With this thought, Lu Yu's eyes slightly narrowed, revealing a hint of solemnity in his gaze, and his whole body exuded a sharp aura.
Now surrounding Lu Yu and Leng Qingqiu were blood-red roses, swaying gently, their blossoms appearing even more alluring under the streetlight, giving no hint of their deadly nature!
"Lu Yu, what do we do now?"
