The iron sword that Zhao Zheng waved paused in mid-air, and for the first time, a clear trace of surprise flashed across his eyes, as deep as a cold pool. He turned his head and looked at the girl next to him who was covered with sand and seaweed, her little face was blue from the cold, but her eyes were bright and she was a little proud. He opened her thin lips slightly and uttered a few words: "Xiaojiu of the Su family, you are... Good at what you do."
"Jiujiu——!!! Which bastard dares to touch my sister?! I will smash him to death with a gold ingot——!!!"
