"King Huai, why don't we form an alliance and share the throne together?" Qi Hongwei proposed a tempting idea.
"Not interested." Two tigers cannot live on the same mountain. Alliance? Go fool those with a low IQ. Do I look like an idiot?
"King Huai, do you have to stop me today?"
"Are you finished?" Ming Shu interrupted them again. "I think we should take a seat and chat over food."
Blah blah blah... These two men talk too much. I'm starving over here!
King Huai nudged her back again, speechless.
But Ming Shu didn't accept the "kindness" this time. Stopping me once, okay, I'm tolerant. Stopping me again? Nice try!
Ming Shu slapped Mu Huai on the back of his hand.
Pa—
The atmosphere quieted down all of a sudden.
It was a heavy hit. Mu Huai's hand turned red immediately. Shock and anger had his hand twisting into the shape of a claw, trembling and aimed toward Ming Shu. But he took a deep, deep breath and held back his strong temper.
Calm down!
I can't strangle her.
Mu Huai held his left hand with his right, pulling it back to one side. "I must leave with her today."
"Hoh, that depends. King Huai..." Qi Hongwei took out his weapon. "I've long heard of your skilled Kung Fu. I may have the chance to see it for myself today."
Mu Huai actually didn't want to fight. He was afraid that others might be jealous of his excellent martial arts and handsome actions. But it seemed he had to fight so that he could get rid of Qi Hongwei.
After contemplating for a while, Mu Huai decided to sacrifice himself.
That psychotic woman was entirely to blame! Why couldn't she just give the painting to him! She dared to burn it. If Qi Hongwei or the emperor had seen her burning the painting in person, they would definitely have cut her into pieces. He was too generous!
But what was most annoying was she didn't feel grateful toward him, not even a little bit!
I'm so angry.
Why?! Why do I have to fight here while she is eating next to me!
Mu Huai was tortured by all kinds of thoughts. But on the surface, he still wore a cold expression and accepted a one-on-one fight with Qi Hongwei.
The fighting style of Qi Hongwei was very violent. With every movement backed by fierce momentum, his attacks were fast and powerful. He left almost no opportunity for the opponent to fight back.
Meanwhile, Mu Huai's movements looked a bit random, like nondescript tricks integrated with a variety of martial arts. Although it was confusing, it could be used to restrict Qi Hongwei's fighting style.
The two were entrapped in a tangle with each other, which seemed furious and endless.
Ming Shu held her chin, bored. How long are they going to fight?!
Will I get dinner?
Well, let me think about what to eat first.
Braised joint of pork in brown sauce, steamed pork ribs...
...
The restaurant was full of people. Ming Shu ordered a table full of dishes and listened to the wonderful conversation from the next table as she happily enjoyed the delicious food.
