No wonder Cheng Zhirang is so full of himself, spewing out self-praise without even blushing.
Mu Qiu is so used to this that she just pats Zhao Yu's back to help her vomit more smoothly.
Only Cheng Zhirang himself looks at her with a smile in his eyes.
Then, with that warm gaze, he says, "You haven't been parasitized, have you? Do you want to go in yourself, or should I take you in?"
"...…"
Damn.
She flips her face and overthrows her own previous flattery:
"What I just said was wrong, even with a godly face, you're just a guy who slows down my sword drawing speed."
Guo Yin and Chen Yi bow their heads, hiding their grinning mouths with their arms.
Cheng Zhirang remains his unshakable smiling self, saying, "Then draw your sword."
"...I can't believe it! With the five of us, we still can't hold back the two of you! Forget the roundabout route, let's keep it simple and charge directly!"
Cheng Zhirang: "Bring it."
