The Bird That Sticks Its Head Out First
編輯: Henyee Translations
"Qiaoqiao, you've come down to compete?" Duan Yue secretly held in his laughter with a light cough.
"I'm not! What compete, hasn't the competition not started yet!" Qiao Mu rolled her eyes at him.
She wasn't so foolish as to be the bird that stuck its head out first. Even if she were to compete, she had to survey the situation first before competing in a later match.
Meanwhile, the audience on the second floor: …
On the other hand, Sixth Zheng was mostly fine, as Duan Yue knew the proper limits. Although his concealed weapons looked brutal, it was more for show than for dealing actual damage. Rather, the instant he drew his sword, he indeed wanted to leave a little something behind on Little Sixth Zheng's body.
Oh, it was because he didn't find Little Sixth Zheng too pleasing to the eye!