"Um," Ding Hao scratched his head with a disappointed frown.
"Bulls**t, what swordsman consciousness?" he said in his heart, "Ah, how would I know you are not malevolent? For a trash heap who picked up the broken sword to take risks? Ha! Only fools do such things."
"See here you! I won't tolerate a cringing, scratching, lewd, treacherous, sissy! Where do you even resemble a man?" The man in black's face reddened in annoyance as if he was scolding his son, and never seemed to end.
At last, he completely put on an expression that said he was the real father and spat his saliva everywhere.
Ding Hao endured without a scowl.
People under the eaves must bow their heads.
The strength exhibited by the man was definitely not the strength the current Ding Hao could compete with. He might
