Lu Chengwen crawled out from a heap of rubble and broken tiles, shook his head, and dusted himself off.
Furious, he shouted, "I'll fight you to the death! Aah—!"
Over there, Long Aotian and Zhao Ritian were still arguing.
Babao Zhuang gloomily covered her forehead and lowered her head. "Are the people of the Yan Zhao Sect... all mentally deficient...?"
Long Aotian said, "Don't say that. My second junior disciple brother Lu Chengwen is a normal person. Isn't he very well-behaved?"
Babao Zhuang raised her head and watched Long Aotian explain with a perfectly serious face, thinking, What the hell are you explaining to me for!?
"Between the three of you, you couldn't scrape together one complete brain."
"No, actually, only Zhao Ritian is sick. I get led astray by him every time. Lu Chengwen is different. Why don't you go deal with him instead? He has a way with women..."
Before Long Aotian could finish speaking, he blurted out, "Oh, damn!"
Lu Chengwen had accidentally hit him in the lower back, sweeping a staff right into it.
Long Aotian's feet instantly left the ground, and he flew straight at Babao Zhuang, knocking her to the floor. The two of them... kissed.
Long Aotian scrambled up. "Sorry, I didn't do it on purpose. It was Lu Chengwen..."
Babao Zhuang never imagined something like this would happen. It was an utter humiliation. She kicked Long Aotian in the chest, charged with her sword in hand, and shouted, "I'll slaughter you!"
As Long Aotian fled, he roared, "Lu Chengwen, look what you've done!"
Lu Chengwen was already a little dazed. He shook his head. "Sorry. Friendly fire."
"Friendly fire, my ass!"
Babao Zhuang really had nothing left to say to this bunch of idiots.
"Long Aotian, weren't you bragging pretty hard earlier?