Song Yun glanced at Little Sword God, Master Bei, Juan Mao, and Qiu Chumeng beside him, and couldn't help but frown slightly.
Master Bei drew his sword: "We are brothers, of course we must stand together."
Juan Mao twisted his neck: "Song Yun, you've advanced to SS-level, you've shown off. But I've been devil training for a year and haven't had the chance to show my skills. Today, I have to fight no matter what."
Little Sword God said indifferently: "Brother Yun, regardless of life and death, I will fight alongside you."
Song Yun knew the attitude of these three brothers.
He looked at Qiu Chumeng and smiled: "What about you, why are you joining?"
Qiu Chumeng pursed his lips: "You can still laugh. I don't even know why, I just came up to help you."
Song Yun blinked: "Chumeng, you're not in love with me, are you?"
Upon hearing this, Qiu Chumeng's cheeks instantly reddened.
The three of Little Sword God were completely speechless; at such a time, Song Yun was still joking.
