In the dilapidated café, dust and smoke filled the air.
Tang Bingbing stood in mid-air, holding a long sword.
In front of him, Wang Daqiang held a steel pipe used as a frame on a construction site.
Behind them, Zong Zheng was quickly rummaging through his huge backpack.
At the window, Ji Dong'er also revealed herself, wearing a simple elegant white long dress, only covered with some dust.
"A martial artist, a tailor, a Yin God, and... oh, don't count those two, they're already dead," Tang Bingbing mocked each person around him, "It's quite lively here."
"But with your skills, do you think you can keep me here? Wishful thinking, hahahaha."
The one speaking was his female scent.
After a sarcastic remark, he covered his mouth and giggled.
"Please, your actions disgust me, tone it down a bit," Tang Bingbing's male counterpart said.
