C137 Swordplay and chess 8

"Let me go! Do you hear me? I told you to let me go! "

The wooden log struggled and even bit at his palm.

Without saying a word, Zuo En carried her up and threw her into the car. How dare he compete with me in martial arts? What a joke! He was simply courting death!

The two of them were both silent as they looked out the window at the sky full of cherry blossoms