He bent his five fingers and scratched Su Yuening's calf.
Her nails are very long, and if she really scratches me, there will definitely be a wound.
Just as they were about to touch each other, Su Yuening kicked her hand away.
Kick Situ Cha away.
Situ Cha spat out a mouthful of blood.
Teetering on the edge of the ring.
She realized the consequences of leaving the ring and forced herself to crawl back to the center.
While crawling, he said randomly: "Bitch... I, I didn't lose, I didn't fall off the ring, no, hahahaha..."
Su Yuening: "..."
From Su Yuening's perspective, Situ Cha was no different from a crazy woman.
It formed a terrible contrast with the image of the little white flower she created.
His face was covered in black and gray patches, his lips were wrinkled, his hair was messy, and some of it was covered in yellow-white mucus and was wet.
Especially her eyes.
Blinded by low emotions.
Gray and hazy, without any lively light.
He kept shaking his head and saying that he didn't lose.
If you use a little more strength, your head will be shaken off.
"Not lost?"
Su Yuening stabbed Situ Cha's left arm with a sword.
“Puff—”
It was the sound of a sword entering flesh and blood.
It just sounds like it sends chills down one's spine.
She is very bad.
Add more wounds to Situ Cha's wounds.
Situ Cha's left arm was not only stained with a sword wound, but also with red marks from a whip, from which blood was oozing out, staining her white lotus skirt without any care.
The solemn and cold tones are dyed in a weird way.
Not red, not pink.
The injury was compounded, the pain was compounded, and Situ Cha was in so much pain that he was half dead.
Rolling around with arms folded.
Rolling and screaming.
"I didn't lose, I didn't lose, it was all you who cheated, cheated!"
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