"First, rescue the people."
After Chen Ping shot out a sword, he did not spare another glance towards the sword-shirted woman.
He truly remembered vividly.
At that moment, when the woman was caught in a trap, at the height of her anger and helplessness, she inadvertently revealed the force within her.
She did not seem to move at all.
Yet the blue brick floor beneath her feet shattered into pieces, and even her feet sank into it.
The sword-shirted woman was, in fact, a master.
It was just that her experience in the Jianghu was a bit lacking.
However, he believed that after this ordeal, she would surely harbor boundless rage in her heart.
Needing an outlet.
Meigu might really become very miserable.
...
"First, rescue the people."
Chen Ping shouted crisply, and his form no longer approached slowly as before.
