Even though Xuanqing was without any will to fight and had suffered so many injuries, he did not easily fall. It was hard to imagine, if he hadn't been seeking abuse intentionally, how much trouble he would have brought to those present.
When Xuanqing lost his strength to fight and knelt on the ground, he had already become a person drowned in blood, yet surprisingly he did not appear disheveled. Instead, the tint of blood added a peculiar allure to him.
Yu Xiaoxiao stepped closer, finally stopping in front of him.
Xuanqing slightly raised his eyes, his vision blurred by blood. Looking at this figure similar to the one in his memory, he slowly smiled.
This madman bathed in blood had an unusually pure smile at this moment.
With a 'slap', the weight of the palm that landed on his face shattered all his beautiful illusions.
No one expected this slap from Yu Xiaoxiao.
