The Shadow Dancer immediately flew into a rage, "Bullshit!"
Just like Ji Xinghuo, he carried a bow and arrows, but at close range, the bow and arrows were difficult to use, so he drew the longsword at his waist and pointed it at Xia Qingyu, shouting, "Both of you, apologize to the captain right now, or don't even think about stepping out of this tent today."
The Martial Artist also rushed into the tent, carrying a long spear.
Outside, the Evil Wind Guest's pupils stood erect like a snake's, his skin turned green, and he conjured blades of Qi Flow in his hands.
Huangyan Lan, the one at the center of the affair, stood there motionless, just watching Ji Xinghuo.
"What, you want to fight?"
Xia Qingyu was unafraid, already clutching two short swords in his hands.
Misha, who had been lying on the bed, turned over and got up, holding a huge axe, ready to join the fray at any moment. As a Highlander, she never feared battle, it only excited her more.
"Apologize!"
