After more than 10 rounds, Xiao Hanzheng grabbed Shi Qingluo's hand.
He leaned forward and whispered into Shi Qingluo's ear, "My wife, you've lost."
The more he fought just now, the more frightened he became.
He didn't expect his little wife to be so good.
Her moves weren't flashy, but each one of them hit the exact spot, as if she had been trained in the military camp.
Shi Qingluo's body had always been a little weak. Now, she was already panting from exhaustion.
"I didn't realize that old Xiao's martial prowess was so high!"
Right now, because of her weak body, she would not be able to keep up with his moves, but she was certain that even when she was at her peak in her previous life, she would not be able to defeat her young husband.
She turned her head to look at him with sparkling eyes and asked, "Do you know qinggong, the kind that can fly over roofs and walk walls?"
