"Li San, you are far worse than me in this regard!"

"Do you dare to come up and fight me?"

Li San saw Wang Xiaolan's posture and thought to himself, "She's as thin as a bean sprout. He only needs to blow gently to make her roll on the ground."

Thinking of this, he burst into laughter.

"You're going to fight me like this? Are you sure?"

Wang Xiaolan smiled contemptuously, "If you don't believe me, just come!"

"I can scare the shit out of you with just a stomp of my foot, and you still want to fight me? Get down on your knees and serve me!"

"Oh! You coward, you want me to serve you? You wish."

"Brother, be careful of this stinky woman's dirty tricks."

"Little sister, don't worry, she plays dirty, but I am even more dirty than her."

As he spoke, a dart shot out from his hand.

Wang Xiaolan kicked the dart back, and it hit Li San's elbow, causing him to scream in pain.

Li San covered his wound with one hand, and his vision was blurred.

I thought to myself, "This room is pitch black. How did she discover the hidden weapon I threw out and actually hit it back? I learned this skill from a martial arts master, but this stinky woman could easily break it."

"No, I have to win back a game, otherwise it will tarnish my reputation in the martial arts world if it gets out."

Thinking of this, he rushed forward, ready to beat Wang Xiaolan up severely.

"Wife, watch out for his fists."

At this moment, Li Lin suddenly screamed: "Brother, Zhao Lihan has spoken. The medicine is not working."

After hearing what Li Lin said, Li San retracted his fist that was raised in the air.