A duel does not begin when you take action. Before you take action, every word you say and every change in your opponent's mood may become an element of your victory.
Xuanwu wanted to mess up Lingwu's heart with his words, but Lingwu didn't do the same.
It's just that she followed Xuanwu's attack and made him realize at the happiest moment that it was not the case at all.
Gained and lost again, a strong sense of loss made Xuanwu's heart confused.
Ling Wu saw the flash of Zhong Zheng in Xuan Wu's eyes and smiled: "You may have forgotten one thing. I am not Yu Sui. Your words will not have any impact on me."
As soon as she finished speaking, she flicked the hairpin in her hand with her fingertips, her eyes turned cold, murderous intent spread over her body, and she coldly said to Xuanwu, who was still frowning: "For Ling Wu, there is only fight and no retreat."
Looking at Ling Wu, who was as cold as ice and unaffected by the outside world at all, Xuanwu felt a sense of being teased in his heart. Ling Wu's panic just now was clearly just a show. This discovery made Xuanwu even more angry.
Xuanwu's palm hanging down on his waist slowly made a circle, and he raised the corner of his mouth: "You are a junior, I will let you take the first move."
"Xuanwu, you are wrong"
Ling Wu stood there relaxedly, with no intention of taking action at all, but her face was extremely solemn. She looked at Xuanwu and said seriously: "I really don't know how you have practiced martial arts in these years, and you can even do this
I can say everything”
Her eyes looking at Xuanwu were like looking at a junior, and her tone was that of an elder lecturing a junior, and she said solemnly: "Didn't your teacher teach you that when doing something, there is only life and death?
There are no rules for juniors and seniors."
The sarcasm in Ling Wu's eyes gradually became stronger: "Otherwise, you will be the one who dies."
Before she could finish her words, Xuanwu's palm was already in front of her eyes.
Xuanwu couldn't remember how many years it had been since no one dared to speak to him in such a lecturing tone in front of him. The last person who spoke to him like this would have turned into mud.