Proofread by Yin Jing

　　Just as w.a.n.g approaches, she suddenly bends her body and b.u.mps against w.a.n.g's chin fiercely like a pop-up ball. Before w.a.n.g could respond, she gives w.a.n.g a violent kick on the right foot.

　　"Ah!" w.a.n.g becomes more wide-eyed in severe pain. He gives a violent wave of his hand, and the dagger in his hand shows a flash of cold light. He glares at Lord Cen with bloodshot eyes and roars, "You should play tricks on me! Even if I die, I will drag you two together!"

　　"The jig is up. It's beyond my strength. Dodge, Mu Cangyun!" Qingge nearly spouts blood. With a sudden leap, she kicks the burning wood on the ground away.

　　"Be careful." Without any ability to attack, Mu has no choice but retreat by his wheelchair, staring at the man out of the track he planned. He frowns tightly, with his slender fingers tapping the wheelchair subconsciously.

　　"Bang!" w.a.n.g takes a sudden step back and was. .h.i.t in the arm by the piece of wood. His eyes turn completely bloodshot. Glaring at the fat body of Qingge, he roars, "I'll kill you first!"

　　"Humph, come on!" The stout body darts forth abruptly. Upon a sweep of Qingge's foott, a pile of wood shoots out neatly.

　　Before w.a.n.g could react, Feng flings her arms around a pillar. The center of her gravity sinks; she launches a kick high up in the air. However, she ignores her current weight. Under this support, her arms are not strong enough to clasp the pillar. Then, her stout body strikes the ground hard.

　　"..." The corner of her mouth twitches severely, and Qingge curses secretly. Seeing the dazzling dagger is about to come, she grabs the wooden pillar hurriedly, kicks against the ground with both legs, and rolls her fat body to the corner in a funny way.

　　Since the attack comes to nothing, w.a.n.g becomes even more furious. He springs nimbly to stab Qingge with his dagger.

　　"Ci!" b.l.o.o.d.y cut emerges. Qingge looks extremely pale. She has just been reborn in this body and is unaccustomed to it. The object is so large that she does not have time to dodge before being stabbed by the dagger. She rolls over the ground awkwardly with her untidy hair stuck together by sweat, and she is no difference from the beggars outside.

　　If she continues to be pa.s.sive, she may never have the chance to attack. The body is too weak to stand even two rounds of fighting. So the fight could not last any longer!

　　Qingge takes a big breath. The instant w.a.n.g hacks, Qingge's eyes look totally different. She grabs suddenly behind her back and then casts the dust in her hands towards w.a.n.g's eyes.