On the rooftop, shadows loomed in the wake of every slash, and the wind wailed constantly.
However, after merely three minutes, both sides ceased their clash.
Lu Ran was cornered at a nook of the rooftop's railing, sitting on the ground with hands over his head: "Meh~"
Deng Yuxiang stood in front of Lu Ran, looking down at the pleading little lamb and chastised with a laugh,
"Little Lu Ran, playing dead, are you?"
Lu Ran shook his head repeatedly: "Meh."
Deng Yuxiang couldn't help but soften inside, looked at Lu Ran amusingly annoyed, then turned and walked away.
Lu Ran instantly breathed a sigh of relief.
Ah, saved...
His body went limp, leaning against the stone railing, definitely feeling resigned.
Beside him, Deng Yuxiang placed the Night-slaying Great Saber behind her back and looked out into the distance again.
The rooftop was utterly silent.
After a long while, Lu Ran spoke, "Is it that troublesome? You really don't want to go to Beifeng City?"