"Chen He, today it's either you or me, let's fight it out!"
Shen Rongrong said with gritted teeth.
Shen He shook his head.
"Wrong! Today it's either I live or you die, and I'm a female, and a decent one. You know that without a fight."
Chen Rongrong: Is this how you understand a showdown?
"I know you're a smooth talker, but I'm not going to kill you to win you a battle. You should have died long ago!"
As Shen Rongrong spoke, she had already drawn her sword.
Chen He was not in a hurry at all, just waiting for Chen Rongrong to come closer.
"Is this all you can do? This can't hurt me."
Chen He spoke crisply, and when Shen Rongrong's sword was less than an inch away, he gently moved his feet.
The people below the stage breathed a sigh of relief, but they also understood that the junior sister was just teasing the mouse, and they all started to focus on eating melon seeds.
My junior sister once said that watching a play is more interesting with some melon seeds.
“Chen He, you’re teasing me…ah!”
Shen Rongrong turned around angrily and thrust her sword straight at Shen He's neck.
Chen He passed by him again without haste, but this time she also took action.
The shovel that couldn't be more familiar was spinning around in Shen He's hand like a pen.
But when the shovel collided with the sword, Shen Rongrong's weapon shattered into pieces, the kind that even 502 glue couldn't stick together.
The shovel in Shen He's hand was light yet sharp, making it hard to guess what kind of weapon it was.
"I let you make the first move, but you were too weak to cherish the opportunity. Now it's my turn."
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