Anyway, Qingluan didn't hit hard, and Song Xiaodong could quickly heal his own injuries, so he didn't take it seriously.
"Hmph, with your skills, if you want to beat me, you'll have to wait a few more years." Qingluan looked at Song Xiaodong like he was an idiot.
"Don't be so certain, maybe I'll suddenly break through and then I'll be able to defeat you."
"Is that so? Well then, until you can beat me, you don't have to go back." Qingluan snorted coldly, "Go get some food."
In the following days, Song Xiaodong and Qingluan did simple and repetitive things.
Besides finding some food, Song Xiaodong would occasionally try to strike at Qingluan, using frontal attacks, sneak attacks, and so on, only for Qingluan to defeat him time and again.
And at night, Qingluan would always restrain Song Xiaodong, making him endure the same pain as her.
