Meng Qianqian curled her lips and sat down on the stone bench, "Alright, let me see how much your martial arts have improved."
"Sis, you better watch carefully!"
Tan'er charged at the assassin hiding in the garden.
Meng Lang lay on the tree, surprised, "Hey, are you really letting her go? How old is she?"
"Shut up!"
Tan'er kicked a stone flying.
Meng Lang took a punch in the stomach, then his nose got hit.
He clutched his bleeding nose, "Seriously... what did I do to deserve this?"
Meng Qianqian took a pack of dried sour apricots from her pouch, munched on them leisurely, and said nonchalantly, "If you keep pretending, you won't even get a chance to make a move."
Meng Lang frowned and glanced toward the small garden.
He saw the young girl, not very old, yet her moves were quick and ruthless.
In just a moment, she had knocked down four Loulan assassins.
Tan'er said discontentedly, "Isn't there anyone among you who can fight?"
