Jing Shaojue walked to the centre of the clearing with a frivolous and wanton smile on his face.
"Young Miss Li, then I'm going to make a move. But don't worry, I'm an affectionate person and I won't deal a heavy blow. As for you, you can hide as much as you can. If you can't, just say a few words to beg me for mercy, and I will not really hit you hard..."
He was still talking triumphantly there, thinking that he was personable and generous, and he would definitely make the Little Beauty feel a little bit of admiration for him.
But who knows, before he finished speaking, a silver light suddenly flashed before his eyes.
Jing Shaojue immediately felt the danger and hurriedly retreated back to dodge.
The experience he gained in actual combat over the years saved him.
The blade of the long sword passed through his arm, and blood gushed out immediately. However, at least he managed to avoid the fatal position on his chest and abdomen.
