Chapter 207: This King is Hungry, Is There Anything to Eat? 4

"Weren't you just being friendly and saying hello to them?" Mo Liancheng said with a light laugh, shifting his body to the side without even panting, as if casually strolling in a courtyard, he avoided a sword thrust.

"You... You jerk!"

Qu Tan'er rolled her eyes at him fiercely.

That rascal Mo Liancheng had her worried for nothing. Look at you, worrying yourself sick, while he stands there smiling indifferently. He didn't care at all about the swords revealed by the masked men, all relaxed and self-composed, holding himself. The knives and swords aimed at him seemed to be flailing wildly, not a single one could even touch him, no, not even the hem of his robe.

And he had the leisure to chat with her still.