Sheng Shaochen gently closed his eyes, as if he caught a whiff of a familiar scent, "Compared to those big guys in green clothes, I prefer being with the Holy Girl."
"Ha ha ha ha!" Saintess Tama suddenly threw her head back with a coquettish laugh, "Take him away!"
"Yes!" Several female followers promptly came over, paid their respects to Sheng Shaochen, and said, "Warrior, please."
At that moment, the women who had come with Song Xiaoxin to pay the ransom rushed down into the Duel Arena, tightly embracing their men, crying inconsolably.
Song Xiaoxin was no exception, she hurried to Sheng Shaochen's side, with tears seeming to swirl in her eyes, "Brother Chen, are you all right?"
Without waiting to see if he was willing, she threw her arms around Sheng Shaochen and held onto him exceptionally tight!
"Miss Song, why are you here?" Sheng Shaochen gently pushed Song Xiaoxin away from him, "We are just friends. Why would you take such a big risk for me?"
