"How about it? Why bother fighting a losing battle?" Lu Bu laughed heartily.
Little girls are very concerned about saving face. Watching Lu Bu make fun of the other party, Yin Qingyan felt embarrassed and ordered him, "Take off your clothes."
After all, with sturdy bronze armor on, punches and kicks landing on it were nothing more than scratching an itch for Lu Bu.
"Ah!"
Lu Bu didn't quite understand what the other party intended to do for a moment.
"Ah what? I told you to take it off, so just take it off, less nonsense."
"Alright then."
Lu Bu took off his armor and then untied his inner shirt, revealing strong, bronze-colored skin, comparable to that of a young Schwarzenegger.
As he was about to take off his pants, a commanding voice stopped him: "Stop, who told you to take off your pants?"
"Weren't you the one who just told me to take off my clothes? Aren't pants clothes too?"
"I meant your shirt, what were you thinking? Stand still!"
