His eyes passed through the surface of the sword where the two people were wrestling with each other, and the corners of Duan Qing's mouth slowly raised: "It's a pity..."

"Simple-minded."

Whoosh——

He removed the strength from his hands and fell backwards in the snow. He then kicked the opponent in the belly with his outstretched kick, sending the sword warrior's body upside down into the air.

"Cough cough cough cough..."

Looking at the figure slowly walking in the shaky field of vision, half a box of cigarettes lying in the distance spit out the snow in his mouth, and his originally fierce eyes gradually became serious as the blade of the big sword was dragged.

Get up: "You are actually good at playing... Whose trumpet are you?"

"This is a large size." Picking up his black dagger, Duan Qing replied calmly: "Don't make random guesses, it's very irresponsible."

"...Your name looks familiar." He stood up straight with half a pack of cigarettes and squinted his eyes: "Have we met before?"

"……maybe."

Weighing the dagger in his hand, Duan Qing's eyes paused for a moment at the library door behind him: "It's just..."
Chapter completed!