Fighting...
Lu Chang'sheng wore a smile, but his eyebrows twitched, and his fist clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked.
"What, didn't get enough fighting in the six worlds, and just out of seclusion you're looking to cause trouble in the Fuyao Realm?" Lu Chang'sheng slowly raised his clenched fist, giving a fake smile, and said, "Since your fists are so itchy, and distant water can't quench present thirst, how about a spar with me?"
Seeing Lu Chang'sheng's expression, Blackie's face changed slightly.
Fang Qiong, Shi Sheng, and Little Stone silently backed away, distancing themselves from Blackie.
Really courting death...
Blackie quickly waved his hands with a smile, "How could I fight my master? That's impossible, that's impossible, I can't do something so rebellious."
What a joke!
If it were the usual times, Blackie really would've liked to have a bout with his master; although he wouldn't be able to win, he'd definitely benefit a lot from a fight.
