Violent Blood

The small cafe was quiet once again.

Xue Tian has also received the Sacred Martial Hall's invitation!

Xing Wuyi stared at Qin Fen, "What about you? Did you receive one?"

"No." Qin Fen's hand patted the jaded hand of Song Jia on his temple, "It's not so painful anymore."

"Jia Jia..." Lin Liqiang held both his hands over his head, "My head hurts."

"Hurt until you die!" Song Jia sat back on the sofa with a blushing face, and her cute little nose slammed into Lin Liqiang, "Go look for your girlfriends!"

"Aiii..." Lin Liqiang sighed, "Hoes before bros. What's more, we are childhood friends right, so no suspicions..."

The tension before the war was dissolved by Lin Liqiang's annoying pesters.

"Well, I should go." Xing Wuyi got up, "Keep on fighting and who knows, we might have a chance to face each other. Even if we don't meet, we will face the other strong recruits. Better prepare yourselves."